A Dream Of Mary
I dreamt of St. Mary’s Academy again. The hallways twist inside my mind like a virus.
Blue Coral Medusa
The twisting form of the snake curls against herself, the bright, vibrant underbody and striking blue streak across her side warning all who may approach of the deadly nature of her bite. She is small and thin, comparable to a harmless snake found in your garden. It is only…
May 5, 2020
Make a fist and release In the morning, I wake to find more pain. Today my hands join in the chorus of chaos in my gut. I remember the frustration, the denial, the hatred, all from the day before. The stress of being out of work, the fury of being…