**Trigger warnings:** Themes of Depression, Death/Loss, Grief Violent Content, Mental illness. Reader Discretion is Advised *** Sorrowful Beginning A cold chill greeted the air of a suburban neighborhood, kissing and stroking the faces of any residents that dared to come outside and brave the snow. This neighborhood resided in the town of Flagstaff, Arizona, and ...

Read Parts One – Three While the guys were down in the man-cave playing pool over bottles of beer, Nicki poured out her heart to Annie, who sat and listened. Nicki told her how conflicted she felt, fighting with her head over her heart. It felt good for Nicki to air her thoughts out loud. ...

I think about my loved ones who have passed very often, but there different times throughout the year that I do a great deal of reflecting as I believe that it does for anyone that experiences such a loss. I am reminded of a poem called The Dash by Linda Ellis. There are many parts ...

It was not the song itself that made me cry, but it was the memories that played out within my mind that left my cheeks damp. Even after I stopped the song – and the record ceased to spin, I could still hear the giggles of the past. I squeezed the pashmina draped around my ...

The woods sleep with snow My ears listen for spring birds, My eyes long for you As I sit by the window Wishing you could come again

I left for hell in a handcart. I waved goodbye, wished them well. I vowed a postcard from the fiery pits, signed by vagabond, me.   On my way to the ground, I stopped at a pub crawl. Somehow this place led me to heaven. I was one over the eight when I stumbled outside. ...

The earth was muddy, My boots let impression by Your silent summer grave, I said goodbye long ago, We departed with the sun.

You can read chapter one of the story here. People always said that when you die you finally feel at peace. You are no longer bound by your obligations in the mortal realm. Can those people tell me why I still have a headache, and my neck still hurts? I just got executed. Where is ...

The boy passed the joint to his grandfather. A bulbous white cloud enveloped them, Locking souls together by generations: Generations walking backwards, Generations drowning under design and democracy, Generations pacing below sea level, Slave ships cresting high above their abandoned spirits. The Elder’s gray eyes dared look to the boy, A solitary moment imprisoned between ...

We all deal with grief differently. My little sister reads sad quotes on Pinterest that express how she feels better than she can. My brother doesn’t like to get out at the cemetery because it makes Dad’s death real. I write and publish my reflections on grief for strangers to read. Writing about it is ...