When There Is Nothing Left To Say

There is so much I could say...so much to write about... I could write about my sister...and her cancer...and what it feels like to be so far away...to be torn between my children and the baby I held in my arms at 14 years old...whispering my secrets to one of my only family members who … Continue reading When There Is Nothing Left To Say

Our Dying World

The world is bleeding. She is heaving her last breath...convulsing in pain...as she tries to heal wounds she doesn't know how to lick. She has been beheaded...stabbed...shot... She had been blown to bits...burned alive...ravaged... She has been raped...sold...defiled... She has been trampled on...spit on...stoned... She has been through every imaginable torture...and even more unimaginable deceits... … Continue reading Our Dying World