Archive for April, 2012

festerings

the festerings of fear have a found a way back in they found a hole and have amped up their army ready to infiltrate some have already made their way through reconnaissance teams scouting out the terrain they will let the others know when it is an opportune time to strike

prologue

Once a prized possession Now enslaved Once cherished adored Now repugnant Creepy Shunned Taken here by a man a long time ago across seas winds wars waves he housed her in silks A queen

crowded painting

I am lost in a crowded painting surrounded by dots, colors, lines a speck screaming to be noticed in a world where sound is an impossibility

Gratitude

From the age of 11-17 my daughter was anorexic (and bulimic when she did eat), cutting, depressed, and suicidal.  There is no other way to describe her other than to say, she was a complete zombie, a shell of a person. That precocious brilliant sensitive little girl was lost to me and to everyone who [...]