Where do I go on nights when my skin aches; when I feel invisible hands gently massaging my heartache. I clutch pillows, squeezing into pieces until it mimics the human form. I am so far from home. Here alone, swept into the solitary existence of the empath; seeing signs in their eyes as they die. … Continue reading Stream Of Consciousness 6.1|15
Exactly eight years ago today she died. I was at work when I got the phone call. It was expected. She guilted and ate herself into diabetes and an early death. She was only 65. I used to call her Mom, then Mother, and now I call her by her first name. Maybe it's my … Continue reading She Died Today
After an encounter last weekend with someone who I perceived to be who they claimed to be, a spiritually evolved human who, in hindsight, was actually too enamored with me, in the same way I became with him, a few days went by and then I fell extremely ill. I feel this person literally injected … Continue reading Caves of Respite Required
"Brother Coblin announces at service one night that we’re all going to get to watch a movie called The Hiding Place. It’s about a woman named Corrie Ten Boom, a Jew who was in the concentration camps during World War II. I’m excited to get to watch a real life movie. I think … Continue reading The Hiding Place (“Cult Child” excerpt)
Are we not beautiful? Even beneath our masks, Gifting our hearts and hiding the fear? Are we not vulnerable and capable? Do you see they bring smiles to hide the pain? and yet we cry like rivers swirling us to the deep blue sea as we weep weep weep "Never cry more tears than you could … Continue reading The Masks We Wear
Vennie tells it the best, our story and pain, seeping it out through a poetic song. When this poem was first written every time I would try and speak it, it came out musically. It just felt right. So that is how it is Seeping http://youtu.be/swEjqseJ820
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