I close my eyes, into that hush, you know the one, between thunder and thought, where even time takes a breath. And for just a moment... I am weightless.
Tag: writing
It’s My Birthday. Will the Growing Pains Subside?
To find your balance, master the art of gratitude.
Growing Flowers from the Wounds
I am every jagged edge of rock waiting to be climbed; to see what’s beyond.
When Memories Fade: Living Without Childhood Photos or Mementos
When childhood memories are erased, a piece of the soul is thrown away.
Roses and Alabaster
It whispers the ugliest words, echoes of those who hurt the tenderness in us.
Lessons Learned from Manipulation
Imitation is not the best form of flattery. It is the worst form of unoriginality.
When the Photons Call
The photons call out in desperation, for the body to pay attention.
Inner Child
Running my fingers over the scars, I close my eyes.
The Ego of Self-Induced Terror
Depression becomes the battle that we fight with ourselves. Which side of our willpower will win?
A Childhood Near Death Experience
This passage from my memoir "Cult Child" discusses a near-death experience I had when I was five years old.
Nighttime Haunts the Muscles
Don’t store the detritus in your body. It will mire down your feet.













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