Newness smells like cheap plastic and styrofoam chips mixed with cardboard and a hint of pine. It fills my nostrils with each breath I take, embracing me with memories. Moving again, and this time it WILL be better. I pack methodically and neatly to begin with, although I know I will start losing momentum and … Continue reading Break The Chain
Father, I Dare For Fear
I am sitting in the white van with the red stripe. I am apprehensive and a little confused. I do not know what is going on, only that for weeks there has been a nervousness to my father that came with anxious phone calls and whispered unknowns. The twenty-minute drive in the gloomy Ohio spring … Continue reading Father, I Dare For Fear
Soul Torment
I need to tell you a secret. I am willing to tell the whole world so that you may find out. You are so raw with your pain, so openly bitter and hurt…so truthful with your anguish. You stir me so deeply that I cannot think of anything but you, and I don't even know … Continue reading Soul Torment
Move Me
The air is spliced by the deafening sound of anger, hate, and rage. Silence. One…two…three… We erupt in movement, our thoughts singular, our hearts united, as we clean the blood-soaked streets. We call, we confirm, we asses, all the while churning thoughts of hope, courage, and strength through our weary minds. It is all so … Continue reading Move Me
Cry With Me, Laugh With Me
It was a small room, a corner really, decorated with rich fabrics and gold tassels. There was an air of royalty, palpable with every bated breath. We entered slowly, wondering how we had come to be before this holy man. He was sitting on a throne behind a table sagging under the weight of sorrows … Continue reading Cry With Me, Laugh With Me
Colloquially Speaking 