There’s something odd about medical ads. Big text about living with an ailment. Smile on face like one would have during a party with friends. Sometimes with a real name behind the face but always with purpose. A precise play for something more. A facade. *** Perhaps it’s like visiting a circus. People with rare…

I am from nostalgic books. My entertainment and childhood companions, Freedom and illusion, Fiction is where I am from. *** I am from, “Why aren’t you trying harder.” And “I am proud of you.” From my Dad and Mom Saying, “You can do better.” and “You are enough.” **” I am from hospital visits, Unwanted…

Dear Samba, I’m sorry I will no longer be able to feed you walnuts to cheer you or scratch your itchy head myself. Listen to you bird purr as you eat popcorn or feel you rubbing on my towel after a shower. Sing to music or scream like a little girl at a random airplane…

I have struggled with writer’s block off and on the entire time I’ve been writing. What it took awhile to figure out was how many types of writer’s block there actually are and that it was what I was struggling with. From my my perspective, writer’s block comes in two main categories of different rarity…

Such a viral catalyst.It can paint the most bleak picture in the colors of the sun.The most golden energy pumped through my being.Heat spread all the way to the ends of my toes. Sometimes it burns too hot, To compensate for those that drown.The pain is relentless if not attended to.A pain I hate but…

I see the ground before me.The ground broken by many feet before mine.I can see myself walking the same path in my own mind.I want to go down this same path. I strain every muscle in my legs to move.Will my feet to touch the ground and thrive.I can almost convince myself it is happening.So…