Alexithymia

Five-year old Alex surveyed his surroundings, data streaming into his eyes and ears. He watched his baby sister looking out…

The Old Haunted Prison

I walk through the old haunted prison, Seeing the ceiling seep from yesterday’s rains. Dripping into one isolated urinal that…

The thick fog that rolled in from the bay each morning dissipated by the time Harold took his daily walk…

Hand over steadfast hand Intertwining two lives Joining them at the heart. Weaving strength into their fabric, Perfection into their…

Rusty lost keys fall into the Key Maker’s pail With a clang of discord, another life might fail. He races…