With or without youNow I am faced Abundant emptinessLoss of my faith How can I continueLive as it’s normal Your presence awayMy spirit before you The first of manyYou’ll always remain The memories, flashbacksDrive me insane How does one comeTo terms with a loss A child was hereThen next she was gone My life will ...

Trigger Warning: The following deals with death and suicide. The snow powdered the ground as Elaine unlocked the front door and pushed it open. The creak of the hinges echoed in the empty home. She closed the white steel door and latched it. When she spun around, the thudding of rocks hitting the door and the ...

You can find the previous issues on my author page. It was late when we had tumbled into the portal in Venice, and the three of us crashed without ceremony on the couch when we finally made it to my condo. I awoke sometime near the witching hour to finally drag myself into bed. Nothing ...

Mila carried a baby in her arms. The street on which she limped down shrouded in the pitch of night. A cold breeze blew in and attacked her face, fingered her hair. She held the baby tighter to her chest. Cars still being eaten by flames from the inside out cast a weak orange glow ...

The previous issues can be found at my author page here. The force that caused the windows to shatter hit us like a brick wall. I got slammed off the couch and went straight into the coffee table. My head ached from the impact. Pulling my arms down from protecting my face, I saw blood ...

I want to thank you for everything. I should say thank you, shouldn’t I? Without you, I would never have learned how to overlook so much. You taught me a lot. Don’t rely on others – they won’t be there in the end. Only let people close enough to feel like they know me, but don’t ...

It was plain to hear no conversation could take place without a chaperone   Hushed voices from another adult Stopping sentences half said   Then came, “Please try your call later,” disconnected numbers, no dial tone.   All contact stopped.   Believing now that no happy reunion Filled with tears and so many questions   ...

18 years of joy Of happiness and excitement too, 18 years of love and laughter In one enjoyable you.   You are my darling daughter My precious baby girl, I adore your green-blue eyes And every single curl.   You have my sense of humor And your daddy’s strength of will, You are very independent ...

I decided to focus my attention to the time when I had to face the facts I was dealing with Postpartum depression. It was back in 2006 and at the time I did not know it was happening. You see, I had my first born son, Paul, back in February of 2005 and then our son ...