There’s a quiet terror to realizing that we are alone in the plunge into the …
Poetry
I awoke once more. I awoke to a world where dawn brought no promise, and …
In whispered halls, of shadowed vice, A tale unfolds of cold as ice; The ink, …
Sorrow and the struggle, reaching up for light. Light to grow, light to lead, light. …
“We are never more beautiful than when we are loving each other” -L.J Vanier Be …