LinkedIn wants me to connect with former colleagues, ignores the fact that they haven’t opted to reach out to me, fails to recognize the state
A mother wakes moments before her baby’s cry, or reaches with loving arms just as her toddler stumbles. Call it instinct, or premonition. A sister
We dream of knights to lift us from our woes men of steel, whose arms hold us tight, protect us for we are weak…wait, what?
Can we talk? said he chest burdened, bursting to confess It’s about our living situation, you see… well, maybe you don’t It’s just that, I
No voices linger, not even the sound of shattered glass echoes, only bones shedding flesh, an unholy darkness within, a mystery shrouded in silence. (The
Young men are pursuing me, in my dreams, I am too old and wily not to recognize the evil of this intent wonder if I’m