This business of grief
Song of Grief
People Who Write
The boy who hides won't find comfort in the silence of his head.
Doe
Doe, do something only I could understand, walk in the middle of the road with your eyes closed.
Don’t Get Lost
I turn to respond only to be greeted by the soft caressing scent of a pine fire
November Newsletter
For over a year now, I've been working full-time as a writer and editor, involved in projects that I love. This newsletter will help people stay up to date on all my work.
Touching Base
I hope as you read this you to feel the weight of what I speak and know that there is a need for your words and stories. I need them. You need them. And someone you have never met needs them the most.
Inside Outside
I knew the way to his dad’s headstone as though it were my own father—wish that bastard was dead instead of just gone, but luck falls on the beautiful not the brave.
Love in the Garden of Pearls and Jewels
But the possibilities of a dead thing are endless in the minds of teens.
The Travelor
Take this as a warning: shut your blinds, you never know what will come knocking.
Follow Me Home
“Only those who want to go home can. You just don’t want to be alone.”
Aigner Loren Wilson 