Stories, poetry, narratives of true experience, and guests who have moved me.
Month: March 2019
No country for young men
Who knew that it would hurt so much? That mornings would sometimes feel like death, its great hand pressing upon his chest? That giving up would feel like a warm bed. That going on must be bought with great courage and resolve? The vernal equinox another slow tick in time. A youth sees this species, […]
MoreTo My Best Friend, On The Day of Her Death
Originally posted on Nicole Lyons :
I wore daggers on my knuckles and hate in my hair, and my heart was dark and full of venom and teeth that gnashed on rage. But you, the walker in my dreams the burning bush in my heart, you told me once that my heart was golden and my…
