I am disconnected from everyone and everything. Connecting means feeling. Feeling hurts too much. *** A lot of people don't realize that...

By Anthony  in our bed  in the darkness  under our clean sheets and dolphin-gray comforter. His strong arm wraps  around my waist, hand...

Cumbered soul. Oppressed heart. Bowed back.  She treads forward beneath her weighted cross.  Shuffling. Faltering. Her body crunches....

In the beginning, it was a blanket caressing me with gentle assurance. Wrapping tighter and tighter, soothing my pain and hurt. A hug...