A couple of weeks ago I was going through the small bin that I keep in the back of my crawlspace filled with mementos from my childhood. I was sort of mulling over the few things that I had kept, the few memories that I hold dear from that period in my life. A novelty
Did you all know I write poetry? I can’t remember if I’ve shared that on here before. Most of my early work and my first published book, was all poetry. I haven’t shared my poetry in a long time because it has become intensely personal, but tonight I guess I’m feeling open. **Trigger Warning** I
Reflections from the past, so far away, yet never far enough When “I do,” should have been “I don’t” His fist hit the solid wood closet door behind me with such force, I was sure it had cracked. Eyes glaring so intensely, yet not seeing me at all. Was this it? Is this how it
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