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I write when I feel lost, when I am found, when there is nothing else I can do.  There is a voice in my head from time to time that makes...

She began to wake up, one Sunday morning, feeling for him somewhere in their king sized bed.  Her eyes still closed, trying to find the...

Fire. Red. The echoes in my soul have not stopped yet. Ignoring them makes them echo louder. Trying to push them down deeper without...

Yet we are in a world where we think love can be found in a profile We are in a society where we can’t find the time to wait for the one...

You think you know me, you walk in here, head held up high, big arms, great lips. You think you know me, just cause I am fire and I am...

This painting was created by a local artist…this place is in my list of places to hide sometimes and change… This written below…is...