“My hand-stitched wings itch to take flight to test the winds of change that inevitably blow at the end of a cycle.” — B.G. Bowers Copy Share Image
“Death is the great disruptor; it thrusts us opposite life’s mirror, invites our truthful exploration, and reveals the naked truth; from which rebirth is… — B.G. Bowers Copy Share Image
“Survival depends on denial, and death comes swiftly to those who forsake it.” — B.G. Bowers Copy Share Image
“When I discarded the idea that God was not a man (as I had been raised to think and believe without question), I grew… — B.G. Bowers Copy Share Image
“I sometimes marvel at how far I’ve come - blissful, even, in the knowledge that I am slowly becoming a well-evolved human being - only to have the illusion shattered by an episode of bad behaviour that contradicts the new and reinforces the old. At these junctures of self-reflection, I ask the question: “are all my years of hard work… — B.G. Bowers Copy Share
“Secure your dreams for they are the wings of your soul, and, when vulnerable, flight is inconceivable.” — B.G. Bowers Copy Share Image
“Life was a bloody battlefield until I conquered the enemy and won the war. Now, life is a journey, and I am a warrior. Prepared for anything and weakened by nothing. There are hills and dales, mountains and plateaus, blind spots and brilliant vistas, but none of that matters. All that matters is my second chance, and the only thing… — B.G. Bowers Copy Share
“I walked to Mairangi Bay beach, day after day, seeking companionship in the roar of the ocean, and contemplating the shipwreck of my life. There, in that isolated wilderness, amidst the screaming gulls, and consistent rhythm of the tides, I channeled my chaotic thoughts through my pen and released them into poetry, until the quiet desperation passed and I was… — B.G. Bowers Copy Share
“Sometimes you have to cross the boundaries of Death in order to discover the meaning of Life.” — B.G. Bowers Copy Share Image
“There are those whose love awakens our own and those whose love undermines. As long as we are blind to this fact, true love… — B.G. Bowers Copy Share Image
“My hand-stitched wings itch to take flight to test the winds of change that inevitably blow at the end of a cycle.” — B.G. Bowers Copy Share Image
“Those who nurse secrets, nurse a chaotic world of amplified silence.” — B.G. Bowers Copy Share Image
“When the door to suicide opens it becomes a viable option that you never considered before, but, once ajar, it initiates an invasion strategy.… — B.G. Bowers Copy Share Image
