Baby Michelle was Melodramatic

Finding You Screams of poison terror Rip my heart asunder I’m groping around in the darkness But I can’t find you The insidious drops of water Falling all about me Sound to me of tears Scorching down your face Tearing and scrambling I try to get to you Hard stone and cold truth stop me…

Between Grief and Nothing

At the beginning of the year I was full of sweet purpose and ready to read 100 books before 2015. Well, it’s March and I have one book down. A friend of mine gifted me one of his favorite books called Nocturne by Adam Rapp. It is actually a play, but reads like a novella/extended…