Oesophagus brewing up a burning for my chest, Knotting and kneading like a fist within my breast, Swallowing bile before it reaches my teeth, Harrowing smile tries to cover the grief. Itching, flinching, wishing I knew more Regard…

Soon Angels (a Halloween story/Part One) "There are those who write things down and those who don't." Judy giggled a bit as she realized she was talking aloud to herself. "And a whole lot o' people in between who do a little of both," she continue…

we make history every time we existwe are art the moment we are partedI still haven't seen happiness and artholding hands like we dobut we do