RESSURECTION

“… As if I was slipping through several doorways one after the other that led into a long dark tunnel. The next thing I remember is Oblivion.” This morning is full of hope as she utters these words, nodding reassuringly in her hospital bed.

Don’t Be Afraid

The Scariest Moment of a Young Boy’s Life

Delivering the Morning Paper

She Fights on Marisol

A Poem about my Aunt

Fuzzy, Furry Friends

A Poem for My Doggies