Worry is a monster with so many teethin it’s head. Eating endlessly at the guts, gluttonously devouring the intelligent part of the brain. Worry creates fear, fear that this moment is without end. Photo courtesy of Patricia Harris via Canva

Held in the hand,tis small and round.the tip at the endbrings many a man down. The mightiest of weapons,the blade short and stout,tipped to paperblood pours out. Though most a weapondo not consider it to be,the pen is the mightiestof blades I have ever seen. It cuts the wielder just as deeply as the victim,leaving ...

Memories kept a lifetime, Moments recorded quietly in time,  Given freely to bring a happy grin. An envelope filled to the brim, with moments captured by love.  Featured image created in Canva by Patricia Harris

The words dripped carelessly from the pen, scrawled on the page heedless of the reader’s heart. Slicing flesh clean from soul, leaving such a hole… The poet knew the power the pen contained, only the words could remain. For the poem sliced into the holder of the pen, just as easily, if not more than,those ...

Pen drips agony, for the moment needed has flowed. Ink rivulets to tear streams, deepening into heartache falls. the poet’s life stretches as far as the pen can see, making it a mess to watch. Pen dripsagony, for the moment needed has flowed.  Ink rivuletsto tear streams, deepening into heartache falls.  the poet’s life stretches as far as the pen can see, making it a ...