“And if I didn’t know betterI’d think you were talking to me nowIf I didn’t know betterI’d think you were still around.”—Marjorie, Taylor Swift In just a few days, I finish up the first phase of this new career. There will be a ceremony. You were supposed to be there. You were supposed to watch ...

If I had only known the last timeWould be the last timeI would have put off all the things I had to doI would have stayed a little longerHeld on a little tighterNow what I’d give for one more day with you ‘Cause there’s a wound here in my heartWhere something’s missingAnd they tell me ...

“I may have the same pairs, but I know the difference between each one,” she had said with a bright smile. There were black ripped jeans skittering the light gray carpet. Only she would know if they were clean or dirty. I stood in the doorway to Dani’s room with a box pre-taped. I looked ...

Out of the blue You became my life Small and meek You crawled into my heart Born into innocence You became my world Soft fur to match your personality To match your tender eyes The sparkling light in your eyes Eager for love and kisses You never ceased to amaze me To show how deep ...

**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. ...