Prologue: Cemetery Gates October 1991. I was asleep. No, that's a lie. I was sitting in my bed not wanting to get up. If I got out of bed my roommates would mock me. I know they heard Traci and me fight all night. When we started dating they all warned me...
Darkness Calling me deep from my troubled soul holding me to my past deeds horrible deeds, terrible deeds Mind reeling begging for peace desk drawer open hurting eyes, screaming soul locking on my service piece Dark Angel whispering telling me, coaxing me...
Light tries to tumble through my windowBut it only hits the glassAnd bounces back into summer.Curled up on my bed,Huddled under the blanketTo hide the cuts and ribboned pain,I see it throw itselfAgain and again,Hurling itself with rumbunctious abandonTo s...
"I knew I'd find you here. Taylor, you've got to learn to let go. It doesn't matter how many times you visit, she's not coming back.""Don't you know I know that, Kaley! God, you don't have to keep reminding me!" Taylor answered in an angered voice."Taylor...
Today's news ...... Hands in pockets Head down Moves through crowded halls Hey did you hear what happened His dress of like those around him Blends in but is ignored Yeah wonder why he did that Side glances of nose up Turn their back Crude smart cracks...
Washington Heights Two men met on Bennett Avenue, New York City, a dark and dirty street on the shady side of town. One’s purpose was to purchase drugs, the other’s purpose was to sell. The buyer was a young man, dressed moderately and clean. The seller w...
They turned and looked at each other and both knew they were thinking the same thing. She put out her hand for him to take it into his. Then, together, they stepped off the ledge. He’d seen people like it before. On a seat in the street or a shopping cent...
Her eyes opened to a new day. Anita rolled over in her twin bed and shut the loud, buzzing from her alarm clock off; knocking on the floor her notebook and pen. She reached down and picked it up, reading the words she had wrote the night before: Alone, th...
I want to depict a story of a no- one, not just any no- one, but a no- one who had a real story to tell. His outward life was perhaps not that extraordinary; he was a twenty-something, working in sales, single and relatively popular with the few friends t...
I guess I really can’t blame them.How could they be expected to know the truth,When all they see is some well-rehearsed smile,That I have been putting on in the morning,Like a clean shirt.I think I have it down to a science,I’ve been doing it for so long....
Pain. It seems all my life I’ve dealt with one kind or another. Part of me wants to shut the louder half of me in a little box, somewhere…anywhere, until it's bursting at the seams. Maybe I hope it will kill itself off, polluting its own environment with...
