These words, gently laid upon this page, amount to my sincere prayer they reach within you, and touch your secret self,

Why are you here ? Where did you come from ? Why have i been cursed with one so radiant and true ? There’s no time for your curious m…

Beloved goddess, sweet holy mother of us all, you who beckon me throughout these hectic days

There ain’t no precious gold comin’ outa that there mountain, if all I wanna do is sit and dream of what I’ll do when I get some.

I read such woeful words penned by a fallen brother; his message cut me deeply. He prayed to all that’s holy that he might cry again.

“Don’t say anything!” spoke the shadow in the doorway. I was seven years of age. I lay limp upon the couch, still recovering from

My bucket had a hole in it. I kept trying to fill it. The more I tried, the more flowed down the drain. It wasn’t for lack of what was nee…

The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I can barely breathe. I fear this tempest

I am seven years old. My brother is ten. The beating was brutal. My brother is recovering conscious… I believed he was dead.

I met a man who told me that he’s looking for the way he might become more free, less encumbered in his life. Poor me, poor me, poor me;

Come out, come out, wherever you are. I know you’re in here. You dirty little secret.

Listen. There it is. The hum of perfect silence at the centre of all that is, and isn’t.