With our hands, we dig deep into the dirt. Never knowing where our struggles will land, or what demons we will uncover. Still we dig. Pulling what is behind us to a protected place. Holding each other ... READ the POST
Writings
Empty Storm
During the storm, my shelter creaks. Safety, as I place all of me into the darkness, feels untold. Silenced. Quivering with the waters that drip down my shoulders and swell at the small of my back. A ... READ the POST
Permanent
Behind the wall I'm pressed by your deep desire for color and your indifference for life. Steam rises from the lines on your face. Drawing out the love, I once felt so deeply inside this place. I need ... READ the POST
Pensive
I wonder sometimes what it is I'd have to do in this world or the next to be amazing in your eyes and finally be for once, enough. ... READ the POST
We Roar
Born again from the ashes of our memories, telling of many moons that left sleeplessness, hopelessness, and gentle burdens. The road can pull long nights and bring in twisted emotions. This is not a ... READ the POST
Blisters and Boundaries
A memory is often skewed black-balled, but powdered blue. We can belong to our past, give a name to the rocks that scrape our feet. We can bleed to the beat of forgotten tears and the perpetuating ... READ the POST