My Epilepsy Asks,

Can you find me? My temples pulsate, sounds povel my ear drums deeper into my scull, rays of light stab into my eyes, and moments meant to be new feel familiar.   Invisible. Psychologically disengaging. Explain it? It's always changing.  Day by day one common goal start the conversation  be the seed that can grow. ... Continue Reading →

The Missings of a City Girl

Give me: the quiet whispers of a stream, the rumble of thunder over pine trees, the lack there of of time passing, and the rhythmic motion of a rocking chair, on a porch, creaking. Give me: the uneasiness of a consuming darkness, the stillness of birds chirping and coyotes howling, and the time to think.... Continue Reading →

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