THE PACKAGE(A short poem about my struggle to face the ugly truth about family dysfunction.) A package appears on my desk,addressed to me.It’s from my parents.I see the label: Family Secrets. I know the rules:do not open under any circumstance.But the package calls to...
ChildhoodFight… to be seen, heard, cared for, respected, understood, protected… No way. That kind of dreams never came true.Flight… Dreams, imagination, stories in my books and in my mind… All that can re-write crude life is welcomed.Freeze… Don’t talk, don’t feel, be...
The board was so immaculateColorful and demeaning all in onePossibility of jail, if not carefulRules modified by people I was playing withStrategic and aligned to have an advantageThe street signified the poverty and wealthBoardwalk and Park Place were above most pay...
BENEATH THE GREY FACADE dust off the shadows beneath the grey facade venture in through crusted corridors treasure is unearthed for the one who cares to listen she yearns for her story to be told take the young girl’s hand as she leads you through the forest...
My first memory of daddy-Monster: I’m three years old; he beats me as I lie in bed. There’s no place like screaming myself to sleep. Daddy-Monster locks me in the scary basement when I’m four or five. There’s no place like knowing I’m safer behind a...
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