It’s Her Home
It's her home It’s where she lives With her mother, her father, and her brother It’s all she knows...
Read Moreby Tim | May 21, 2021 | General Musings, Our World, Poetry | 0 |
It's her home It’s where she lives With her mother, her father, and her brother It’s all she knows...
Read Moreby Tim | May 4, 2020 | General Musings, Our World, Poetry | 0 |
until my tearsand yoursembraceand bloodspeakstruthno wordscan holdmy silent whisperscreamsdo we...
Read Moreby Tim | Apr 16, 2020 | General Musings | 0 |
What if you decided to stop? Just for a minute. Maybe two. To put down your phone, switch off the news and look at something besides your screen. What if you decided to stop and just pay attention? Not to all the noise and...
Read Moreby Tim | Oct 8, 2019 | General Musings | 0 |
In the Living Years “She’s gone! … She’s gone, baby! … She’s gone!” Lisa sobbed uncontrollably...
Read Moreby Tim | Sep 20, 2019 | General Musings, Meditation, Poetry | 0 |
Oh beloved What word could hold this ocean of love? What thought could carry this star-filled...
Read Moreby Tim | Apr 3, 2019 | Depression, General Musings, Our World | 0 |
A dull vibration buzzes overhead as some invisible force wraps itself around me, sucking every...
Read Moreby Tim | Feb 12, 2019 | General Musings, Meditation, Our World, Poetry | 0 |
JUST AS I AM I was probably around ten years old at the time. I was with my grandmother attending...
Read Moreby Tim | Dec 1, 2016 | General Musings, Our World | 0 |
When I was around eight years old my parents took me to the local county fair. It was a big deal....
Read Moreby Tim | Oct 24, 2016 | General Musings | 0 |
If I am ever going to write something that matters, I should probably get started as soon as...
Read Moreby Tim | Apr 17, 2016 | General Musings, Meditation, Our World | 0 |
A few years ago I received a letter from a very good friend of mine. The letter began with the...
Read Moreby Tim | Apr 17, 2016 | General Musings, Meditation | 0 |
Sometimes I just want to write for no particular reason at all. It’s not that I have much of...
Read Moreby Tim | Apr 17, 2016 | Depression, Poetry | 0 |
When will I live again? Inside this rusting sack of tired dreams. Long forgotten Too tired to...
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