Life

When Your Rapist Has a Child

There is no right way to approach this.

Re: Normalizing Therapy

We feel enough shame for things we can’t control; why should we be ashamed of…

Another Helping of Grief

The Bright Star lives on without Jimmy

The Lies We Tell

a poem

“Are you alright?” they ask.
~~~
The day flashes before my eyes:
chronic disputes, doubts…

Survival

A Haiku

Vultures soar above,
Hungry black kites of the sky
Diving to eat death.

Confessions of a Sex Addict

How I identify with a real problem.

It is real.

Burnt Flesh

The pain on my flesh is a nuisance

The Boy I Knew

When someone you know, knows too much

On Rebuilding Yourself Word by Word

An ongoing experiment in dealing with depression through writing

Demons

The demons in my mind
question my worth 
make it hard to speak
even with those I call friends 
wondering if they really are
if they care.