The volcanic stone wall clung to my cream linen robe like velcro as I descended the narrow stairwell. Brother Heth’s padded footsteps guided me…
The satisfaction of the door slamming behind me was immeasurable. Rage shook me like an echo of the walls reverberating from the force. Why did I…
I suffer from depression and anxiety. Sometimes I just check out. I get lost in…
Frank Oakley lay on his back, waking from a restless sleep. Shadow surrounded him, but ten or fifteen feet above a hidden sun carved into the…