The Nights That Followed

After.

I still sleep on my (our) side of the bed

Build With Me

A poem —

Sweat with me
We broke together
Struggle with me
Before I knew your name
Bleed with me
Things will…

Prose | Fright Fix

Two Dark Doses

Look behind you

Nothing to Fear but…

When he comes to call

On illness in children

Goodbyes

Most of the time we never know when our goodbye will last forever 
There are certain moments where we know ahead of time that we shall never…

Kaimoana

let delicate air flow

in and out