I am seven years old. My brother is ten. The beating was brutal. My brother is recovering conscious… I believed he was dead.

I am your greatest grandmother calling softly on the ocean winds. I was never lost to you forever, only swallowed by the other half o… Come down with me to the quiet pla…

What lingers within me is ancient… prepared for the worst of all poss… No matter how deeply I rest while… it’s forever awake, coiled and rea… It seems to be from before there w…

I am here now. I have removed my outer garments, placed my trust within your circle… I have come because you promised. You told me you would be here

These words I cry do not come easily; as if they echo from the cold stone depths of a long forgotten tomb.

From the first remembered breath, I was running to escape. I didn’t need a map. It didn’t matter which direction. It hurt too much for any fool to s…

Not a poem. I hurt; like a Frankenstein monster. Iron fist. Unrelenting.

It was in those early days when everything seemed technicolor there was that explosion only inward then nothing

I saw him for the first time ever; the one who stole my soul away. He appeared in a dream. I had never seem him before, yet no doubt it was him.

These words, gently laid upon this page, amount to my sincere prayer they reach within you, and touch your secret self,

There are no pictures on these wal… no mountain lakes nor sailing ship… Not long ago there were no walls Life was lived outside your window… I’d tried to live within four wall…

My bucket had a hole in it. I kept trying to fill it. The more I tried, the more flowed down the drain. It wasn’t for lack of what was nee…