When  recognition turns to roiling rage, and its flaming eyes pin you to the wall; there’s no escape. The truth has not set you free.  

Photos courtesy of Sarah Sweeney                 2009 to 2019                                                       The Decade Challenge: Past, Present, And Future    Now that a new decade is upon us, I have been reflecting on the past 10 years. At a quick glance, after just turning 35 years old I am definitely not ...

The pendulum swings- delicate life. When goodness usurps, both blades of the knife. Nostalgia-when happiness, seeming so clear yet, soon the non wounded slashes appear. While riding crescendo, baritone lie in wait. Upon its arrival, the Earth trembles great. Terrible fortune, only could be yet, hours before, the world at your knees. How does one ...

In my life are dogs who give coffee-time cuddles and furry follows. Their bright eyes and wagging tails bring complete joy to my soul.

I was pretty baffled at what happened to me the other morning, outside of my house on Brookside Drive… My boyfriend and I had the hoods of our cars up in preparation to check their oil and add windshield washer fluid. I thought this was very normal. I told my boyfriend to hold the washer ...

I am sitting still and you walked by, eyes glazed over head held high   My eyes caught yours but yours, never mine as you strolled on by marking your own time   How would it feel? to get a chance to see the world through the eyes of another being?   Would I see ...

The starlight dances, In the whispering woods, They slow dance through the night.

A rain came, sudden and hard. Fortune lent them favor as Ilenia and Helaia made it to the forest before the deluge was made all the fiercer by billowing winds. The leaves of the trees here were broader than the usual fare, which gave them some measure of shelter. They huddled together against a thick ...

Part One A knock at the door permeated her dreams. At first, she ignored it, assuming one of the children were playing games or perhaps someone was mistaken. “Ilenia?” questioned a familiar voice. Helaia. Groaning and stretching, Ilenia covered her mouth to stymie a yawn. “What is it?” “Can we talk?” “Is it so important ...