Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
Excuse me, do I know you? I vaguely remember your face We were friends once, the very best friends We were tight, so very close Secrets were shared, tears cried, belly laughs burned and drunken nights felt never ending Even faded rock star blue jeans with holes in the knees Read more
As I sit here six months pregnant, I ponder about my life and what my existence has become. So many women have told me how beautiful the gift of life is, and “just wait until you look at your baby for the first time,” how magical it will be. It’s Read more
i knew enough to know abuse was someone pounding their fists into someone else and i knew enough to know the domestic violence shelter was full of real people they were filled with children i had played video games with while my mother worked downstairs helping their mothers survive Read more
We spoke this morning. You wept tears of confusion, hurt, and fear. I want you to know: I AM HERE. I may not have the answers, but I will always have the desire to listen; a shoulder to lean on, an open heart to feel your pain. I am your Read more
Her mind is confused. Her thoughts bubble up from unconscious literature, written in dreams. Her ideals, a compilation of conflicting truths. Her heart pumps red, squeezing drops through the constricting black membrane of rage. She drinks from the well of insanity, smiling to hide the riddle inside. She remembers, a movie Read more
I didn’t have a problem. I did have a problem, but it wasn’t a bad one. Alright, it was bad. But… Okay, no buts, I was sick. I was unconditionally hooked on alcohol and drugs. I was sleeping with Denial; we were lovers, her and I…ahh, the beauty of Denial. Read more
It’s not very often I have time to lounge around the house. Recently, however, my wife was out of town and I was privileged to enjoy an entire weekend to myself. I slept in late, ate ice cream for breakfast, and chugged down every can of beer I could find. Read more
Part 3 of a 3 part series. After interviewing my mother, reading through the archives of my memoirs, taking note of the dark memories that quietly play in the back of my mind like an old French noir film, I’ve come to the conclusion that I’ve hit a plateau, with Read more