Write it, my son
In the darkest moment, when nothing remained, a blinding light arrived. That light was not born from outside, but came from within. This is the raw account of hitting rock bottom and finding unexpected grace.
In the darkest moment, when nothing remained, a blinding light arrived. That light was not born from outside, but came from within. This is the raw account of hitting rock bottom and finding unexpected grace.
There she was, my little girl, getting set to leave me. Yeah, I know. As the cliche goes, she wasn’t really leaving me. But she was. It was her time, and she was grasping it. […]
He wasn’t born there, but there he was. He sat anonymously among the trees and plants and people who spoke some other language, wondering what the fuck had happened to bring him to this place. […]
I’ve found you. I’ve found you in the sounds of rushing water returning to the sea. Ages spent playing on her banks, feet frozen in the current, now have me longing to bathe in her […]
Lost in the fray of my own frazzled mind, I bow. I was not good enough, or I was too good. There was no hope in you for me even as you hoped for all […]
Often the hardest part of a story is the beginning. There is an awkwardness in the uncertainty that makes the first words hard to come by. The writer sits and stares at the page, the […]
Be a wolf and others will fear you. The wolf is dangerous, so they say. They pretend the wolf demands a wide berth and that in his solitude he is a hazard. Bullshit. The wolf […]
Just remember for a moment. Remember the last time you were left holding onto a hope that had long since dimmed. Words shared of things to come, of dreams to be realized and of promises […]
Hello, love, it’s been a while. I can’t remember the last time we spoke, that last moment when your voice whispered in my ear. It seems like forever since my fingertips last caressed you and […]