(2013)
Sometimes I worry what you’ll thi… about these words I spew upon this… Not often. Not for very long. What of the form and structure?
Forgiveness? Not on your life. My life was stolen from me. For what?
There’s a voice deep inside getting stronger every day. I cannot deny the message these urgent words proclaim. Why bother?
This trembling grief is for a long lost soul, a young, guileless child I once knew as me. I truly believed
There ain’t no precious gold comin’ outa that there mountain, if all I wanna do is sit and dream of what I’ll do when I get some.
I was surrounded by many desperate, troubled people. There was much drinking, drugging, and violence. Women were being bought and sold,
Everything he has ever been taught alerts him to avert that dancing f… What is it then that demands he mu… proceed towards his certain fiery… Some deep and ancient voice within
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…
That blue-gray rainy day, the blue-gray funeral parlor. There you were laid out in blue and gray. So still.
The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I fear this tempest might cost my life.
These words, gently laid upon this page, amount to my sincere prayer they reach within you, and touch your secret self,
I’ve been so afraid to speak these heartfelt words. This secret has been kept so well, from myself, by myself,
I was seven years old. I approached the priest in earnest… “I want to take the lord Jesus in… He instructed me to kneel and pray… A week passed.
I hide here behind a genuine misbelief that I am special, I am different I and only I
I am seven years old. My brother is ten. The beating was brutal. My brother is recovering conscious… I believed he was dead.