Painted walls along sterile halls, echo with the sighs and loud, piercing cries, of souls trapped in weak fragility- web-like crevasses and lines etched deeply into paper-thin, translucent skin. Memories behind plexiglass, encapsulate lives into touching points along a timeline- though tears pool behind clouded eyes reliving each vivid moment as though it was, only ...

today I am going to build a better wayI will open my doorway to more sun raysand walk the pathway to a shimmering bay I need to run away from her empty pearl trayvisit downtown and watch a live playor hung-out in the alley outside the royal balletjust for appearances sake, I’ll shuffle and sway ...

Part Nine Stuart throws his food wrappers in the trash can and drinks the last drop of coffee, then tosses it in the trash can too. Harry and Stuart make their way to the airport’s front entrance, rolling their suitcases behind them. A black SUV pulls up to the curb, and the driver asks, “Are ...

Part Eight Harry and Stuart are boarding the plane. They check their tickets for their seat numbers while squeezing past an older woman with a large leopard duffel bag. After passing five rows of seats, they find their places. Harry stuffs both their suitcases inside the compartment box above the row of seats. Stuart watches ...

Broken Promises – Part Three will return in two weeks. In today’s climate, I felt this story would have a greater impact. ***TRIGGER WARNING: Child abuse, alcoholism.*** This is a true story. Several years ago, I was attending a Breast Cancer walk in San Diego, California. Twenty miles a day for three days was an ...

Part Six As soon as Stuart walks in the front door, he heads straight into the kitchen to pour himself a glass of ginger ale. His stomach makes all kinds of noises and full to the rim. He slowly strolls upstairs, and on the way to his bedroom, he knocks on his mother’s door to ...

Part Five Stuart grabs his navy blue suitcase out of the hallway closet and places it on his bed. He slowly walks to his dresser as he mumbles under his breath what he should pack. Three pairs of boxers, socks, and tank-tops go on the left side of his suitcase. I wonder what the weather ...

Part Four He presses the unlock button on the car key and hops in. Then, he places his cell phone in the place holder on the dashboard and dials his friend, Harry’s phone number. “Hey Harry, are you at the precinct?” “No, not yet. I am at Tim Horton’s. Why—is something up?” “Yea. I need ...

Trigger Warning: Bullying Chapter 1: Through My Eyes I lay at night in bed, experiencing unbelievable pain that no human should have to experience. I toss and turn throughout the night. I’m restless no matter how many times I fluff the pillows. Numbness and tingling throughout my limbs like a thunderstorm are brewing inside my ...