Is emptiness a kind of pain when it doesn’t sting it doesn’t bite but it clamps your soul with toothless gums. Is sadness real when you never shed a tear you don’t mourn but instead it cuts off circulation restricting the flow of the blood of life. Is darkness really dark when everyone else can … Continue reading Names
You tell me what’s on your mind I try to listen but all I can hear is my mind afraid you’ll stop talking and I won’t know what to say. You tell me things they’re hard to hear and I can tell by your eyes the quaver in your voice these things are hard to … Continue reading Listen
I always loved writing, but I could never stick to anything. I wrote in fits and starts. But I loved the work of it, thought for many years I wrote and it never felt like work - which meant I didn’t write when it did feel like work. It took many years to learn I … Continue reading The Work of Writing
