of Maniacs and Manics

You understand words like, empty, dry, and nothing but you’ll never know what hollow feels like because your mind will never take you under. It won’t swallow the smile from your daughter’s face before it ever reaches your eyes. You understand words like, full, vibrant, and ecstasy but you’ll never know what euphoria feels like … Continue reading of Maniacs and Manics

You Don’t Know Me – Dianne Hoffmeyer

    You think you know me? You don't. You think I'm the same woman from a few years back? Not even close. You think I'm still quiet, subservient, timid and fragile? Afraid Not. You think I'm just going to let you do and say what you want to me? Think again...   I can … Continue reading You Don’t Know Me – Dianne Hoffmeyer

Crazy, Cancer & Chuckles

Last month Stephanie Bennett-Henry and I wrote something together that touches on Stigma. I was reluctant to post it for (get this) fear of offending people. How ridiculous is that? Pretty ridiculous considering the disgusting comments and jokes that people are making today, in regard to Sinead O'Connor. I swear to God, some of you need … Continue reading Crazy, Cancer & Chuckles

Abandoned in Wonderland – Charlene Trolinder

I wasn't born into normality. My first breath I ever took on this earth came with struggle and strife. I've only known the painful roads of life. I guess that's what contributed to the coldness of my beating heart most of my life. I wasn't a daydreamer, a wish upon a star type, because I … Continue reading Abandoned in Wonderland – Charlene Trolinder

Six Words

It's amazing how much can be said, or not said, in six little words.  

Is It Good Enough? – Matthew D. Eayre

My first day at preschool, I could see that the teacher's aide wanted to teach me the letters, so I didn't say,   I know this already... I was afraid of hurting her feelings. When she asked me to try, I read the words and kept reading, I learned to read at home when I … Continue reading Is It Good Enough? – Matthew D. Eayre

The Feast of The Fools

      I heard your siren call, and I calmed my wolves. Their great paws unleashing claws on the earth, biding their time, scratching their vengeance. My pack is fierce, and hungry. They feast on the lies of the self-righteous. They eat the dreams of the sanctimonious. And they swallow the pride of the … Continue reading The Feast of The Fools