Reaching Back

I saw him. He held a razor to his wrist, tears streaming freely down his cheeks. He kept whispering, "Just do it. Just do it. Just do it." I saw him, trying to convince himself to cut his life off, and I had no idea how to stop him, or if I should try. When… Continue reading Reaching Back

Momma Said

Keep your hands to yourself, and use your brain more than your penis.  Please. 

Eyes, Skies, Lies

  It's okay if you feel like these are just words on a screen, and if that obscures the obscene from your mental regime than I cannot fault your resolve and try to topple your walls, if it's somethin strange in your neighborhood and you don't call Ghostbusters than I'm not sure we can really… Continue reading Eyes, Skies, Lies

Glass & Gale pt IV

The sunlight through the clear stone was warm. The cub moved the stone side-to-side and watched the light change color. Red, yellow, green, blue, the cub lay on his side and pushed the stone with his paws.  As the light turned yellow again, the cub heard something from above. Looking up into the trees around… Continue reading Glass & Gale pt IV

Glass & Gale pt III

You are Curiosity Seven moons had passed since the cub found the strange tree-thing in the clearing. He had grown strong, almost as big as his sire. Learning to hunt had made him fast and agile.  However, the cub had a tendency toward being distracted easily. His sire and packmates were often displeased by the… Continue reading Glass & Gale pt III

What I Really Meant To Say

I meant to say, I love you, Mom. I was eleven and lying on the living room floor, and she was falling apart. Crying about life, about the difficulty dealing with my youngest brother. She poured out her heart, and then she had to go.  "I love you," she sobbed.  "Bye." The cold cruelty in… Continue reading What I Really Meant To Say

Why Life Hurts

I have a sister I've not met. We know each other through words on a screen and the occasional photo. We are close to the same age but have lived wildly different lives.  She is the person behind  Our Lady Of Lust And Grace http://www.ourladyoflustandgrace.com On Facebook, and her blog is the first I ever… Continue reading Why Life Hurts