yesterday i heard my sister cry it never goes away day after day the world was too cruel too cold it was too hard to be different their is a ladder to normal we all must climb to acquire immersion into this human race that has difficulty knowing how to love to feel to give a damn we are afraid to watch suffering it…

sometimes the world feels square people think in cubes they run into themselves at every right angle they think it is the end but it’s not some people think the world is flat they run and run until they fall off a cliff they think it is the end but it’s not someone will catch them some people think the world…

The Soul Of My Life — This is a short story I wrote for The Runaway Train Challenge on Vocal. If you like it, please read it there! Every night, I boarded the train. It arrived as I drifted off to sleep. I could hear it coming. The rhythmic sound it made and the longing call…

When I think about growing up in Shelby, I cannot fail to mention my introduction to the birds and the bees. There was an innocence in my early relationships, something lacking today. There were no iPhones, no computers, no social media, and no texting. As impossible as it seems, somehow…

if i touch you and you are not there i would not be surprised because in the world we now live in you could be really anywhere and if i feel your emptiness then maybe i could go there where you are maybe i too have been there in some way we can cross rivers if we…

who am i am i there am i here the past keeps drawing near and the future beckons me into uncertainty i look in blue eyes i’ve seen before i hear the words my mother often heard i have clichés spilling from my heart i reach out to separate how i feel the here the then the when it all feels…

i always thought there would be a map a road for me to travel but it isn’t so instead i know not where to go when to leave how to arrive too late too early or am i in the wrong room the wrong place the wrong time in my life does it get better or worse is it all a blessing…

it is not easy to be soft to be there when the world begs of you to be tough to never shed a tear never let them hear that maybe you need someone near to sit and watch the world your world crumble into a million pieces and no one ever knows never knows the fears everything comes everything goes children…