The Wolves of Grief

I couldn’t outrun the wolves for long. How long can I stave them off? They are howling at the base of the tree. my grip; slipping. Their noses snarled. Their teeth gnashing. The question may be: which will devour me first? Anger looks viscous, and if consumed by it who know how I may devastate... Continue Reading →

Conversations with Grief

I was up late last night having a conversation with Grief, Reality, Empathy, and Hope in the dark. Grief tended to dominate the conversation and Hope fought to get a word in. Grief sat like a giant in the room. His words fell out of his mouth like lead weights crushing the floor beneath him. Grief told... Continue Reading →

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