As a child I had the pleasure of getting to spend time visiting my great-aunt's house. It was a warm home, nestled sweetly in a large wooded lot; bushes that bloomed with the sweetest flowers adorned the front - as if the house had grown delicately from the garden and it sat as naturally as any other flower. It was its own hidden oasis in a jungle of suburban living and they built it with their own hands; all the blood, sweat and tears shown through every glorious inch of the palace…

It was a flawless morning, everything had gone perfectly according to plan and my daughter was in a fabulous mood - we dressed alike and enjoying our mother-daughter primping - then reality reached out through one call and gave me a tremendous slap to the face.







You see, I knew he would die one day and though I had wished for it, I never imagined it would be so quick or unexpected.  Not that death is normally something we plan for but I admit I thought…

Dear Lost Soul,



I dare not leave your name for all to shame - though I feel the punishment would be justified in its own way. However, that's not what I'm here for, your judgement will always sit upon your shoulders - with any luck - you'll carry those sins for an eternity and I figure that's punishment enough for anybody.



 I almost feel sorry for you: to have to sit under the weight of all that shame but then I remember the sting and the…

Thunder rumbles in the distance, as lighting flashes an eerie glow through the night’s sky and the rain falls to earth like the tears that invade these pages. They smudge the ink and my thoughts collide into smeared words of unplaced hate - for a past I can't replace. I lay down the pad and toss the pen away for another day: I slide down into bed with the hopes of drifting off into a deep sleep, but the thoughts always seem to race faster once my head hits the…