Monthly Archives: December 2018

Suffering sits silent in the bed of my own making, huddled into soiled covers, turned in upon itself, holding tight to the pillow of grief, dampened with tears of shame; so does this withered child of psyche, sleep fitfully, in … Continue reading →

  And in that moment when the world broke, splitting in unseen ways, as if destiny had written itself into invisible cracks, which eventually, would be prised open, in silent tearing, to ensure the known, scattered itself in new ways, … Continue reading →