Moraela

Last Night   6/27/08 They are fighting again. A pattern is forming. I'm seeing a trend. The signs are alarming. Very soon their voices will raise - I am only eight and I am afraid. In the kitchen the tempers are flaring. They don't realize the burden I'm bearing. Mommy has shattered a dish on the floor. Daddy's fist has gone through a door. My mind tries to drift to a place and a time when we all got along and everything was fine. It's really getting harder to find. Father is angry and Mother is not kind. She is screaming at the top of her lungs - something about money, women, and drugs. Now his violence will be aimed towa

Translucent Threads of a Fragmented Dream    1/1/09 She interweaves through multiple dimensions. Sometimes she lets me be. She travels on bridges suspended by nothing visible that I can see. She hides in shadows of living fear. She fades into vapor when I am near. Strange, that I can feel her without my sense of touch. Odd, that I love her without even trying. She exists in fragile bubbles filled with poison air...tainted oxygen that I willingly share. My hand holds hers briefly and then erupts the searing pain. Lava flows through her thinly lined veins. Tender tendrils reach for my deepest emotions and gently prods