I’m sorry I cannot cryfor you. I’ve tried, but the tears won’t come. Each of you another oneof those acceptable lossesthat fearful men embracebecause they refuse to face their selfish cruelty. If only we dared annihilate all this hate,could we have changed your fate?As I write these wordsthe tired old arguments heardafter every mass shooting […]
We welcome Buffalo to the club no one wants to join.
Who knew?
If he read this he’d know it’s about him… but he could care less what I have to say.
I love dirt. Always have. Always will.
It’s that time again, and this year there’s much to do.
Dissociation is a mental process of disconnecting from one’s thoughts, feelings, memories or sense of identity.
The outer shell hides the war within.
Windblown – a poem by Jen
The title says it all
Dogpaddling Through Life 