i read somewhere that you know you’re a writer if you can’t help but write. If you must write, then you know you are among those word-crafters, those story-spinners, those who take us somewhere other than ourselves into a world of beauty, pain, hope and sometimes grotesque horror and salvation. You know you’re a writer … Continue reading On being a writer
When I’m angry a great invisible vice holds my jaw in place - keeps my mouth sealed shut. All the words rage in my head, but can’t seem to make it the short distance to my mouth. I figure that saying the words will probably just make things worse. When I’m hot with hurt it … Continue reading RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE PART 2 (THE RECKONING)
And the light dawns. I mean give it enough time and the sun does eventually peek over the horizon. But man, is it ever scary before that first ray of light hits. I sat in the courtyard, the sound of children playing floated on the wind from the orphanage across the street, the dust mingling … Continue reading Hiding in caves and other stupid things we do.