Imagine the world closing in, the walls far too close for comfort. The feeling of claustrophobia in one’s own life weighing down upon your shoulders. Your heart beats hard enough to hurt, and you swear you might have a heart attack soon. You’re trembling, sweating, and barely able to hold...
There are many types of cancer, some rarer than others. However, they all share the same basic features. One’s own cells are reproducing without halt. Furthermore, these cells do not die via the typical apoptosis process. Fibromyalgia is a chronic pain condition that results in neuropathic pain, chronic fatigue, tenderness...
If a rose can be so sweet,despite having razor teeth,and if a bee can bring the spring,despite having such a sting,and if a dreaded summer showercan bring fields full of flowers.If the howling wind and snow,can leave the world with a soft glow,and if the violent, cunning sea,can also hold such a peace,and if a... Continue Reading →
As you tumble in the water,doubting you have what it takes.Neither the hero nor the rotter,but owner of chronic mistakes.Holding on for dear life,never knowing where it leads.Crashing rapids cast you aside,hands grasping at the weeds.Not far off, you hear the rumble,and the mist begins to rise.Breaking bones as you tumble,fearful of your own demise.White... Continue Reading →
Twelve months to go… Jessica sat gazing at Mr. Roberson who was droning on about some fine aspect of American History. Behind her, Brittney’s whispers kept ringing in her ear. She tried to ignore it at first, as she always did. Yet, she still found herself gritting her teeth as she swallowed hard. ... Continue Reading →
about this piece After Shocks2023Digital painting After Shocks was created to bring awareness to the fact that even aftersomeone leaves an abusive relationship, the struggles don’t end. There is thedepression, nightmares, flashbacks, victim blaming, etc. that many survivorsdeal with. It can make it so that those abusive years seem to follow oneself,and this can be... Continue Reading →
“Where are we going?” Freddy asked, innocence shining on his face like a beacon. “On an adventure, you know that.” His father, Jerry, replied warmly. His crinkled, sea-blue eyes twinkled down at him. “I know…” he began, his small hand held tightly in the large calloused one, “I just wondered what we are... Continue Reading →
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