Love

Love, How is it that you live in me? When did you take up residence? And what is it about this broken house that keeps you inside? The roof leaks. The stairs, They creak. There is a mournful howling of wind at times, Outside my windows... It can make it hard to sleep. It must …

Root Them Out

Today's thoughts.  I face painted a twin boy, once, whose twin had died. He was four or five. His mother told me in whispers that the brother died as a result of blunt force trauma to the head. His father in prison. He hit the child too hard in anger. It is difficult to convey …

Be Steady

Being true to yourself. That phrase used to confuse me. Who isn't honest with themselves?  How can you hide from yourself? Don't answer the questions. I've discovered the answers. You have morals and you have standards. They will be tested. Will you betray your own heart? Last night a friend I care for so deeply …