And Then 2018 Ended

You may have noticed a lack of blog posts this year–as in two posts on January 1st and a total of one posts for the next 11 months… :/ My lack of posting might be because of a near death experience. And life in general, like odd writing-related jobs and the constant bombardment of college course work. I don’t have a new story for you today sadly, but I will tell you about my insane year if you care to read.

Fiction hasn’t worked for me this year. I think Mr. Muse left on vacation last winter, lost his passport, and hasn’t found a way back into the country since. Not that Continue reading “And Then 2018 Ended”

For A Friend

The worst pain is
   the invisible kind
   the kind that doesn’t leave scars
   the bruises that don’t blacken
   the wounds that don’t bleed
   the heart left in ashes and char
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Don’t suffer in silence
Don’t hide in the crowd
Don’t dam up the tears which would be
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Please, speak.
I’ll listen.
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And together we’ll wait as your
unseen brokenness heals
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~Esther Davis, 2018
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