The death begins when you simply walk into the room First, you steal my breath Then my thoughts and all my senses The rigormortis o...

I saw this hauntingly beautiful piece at the Portland Art Museum today and was absolutely struck by it; the hair, the ears, the neck, the ...

He closes his eyes and tries to forget all the times it was someone else's eyes closed forever in front of him -- April PAD Day...

It's hard to see the glass as half full or empty when it's filled with the blood of those you've loved -- April PAD Day ...

Some would say it was yours to give. You probably would have said the same thing. But I would give anything to forget you, to un-re...

For Ryan ... I found your blog ,  reading the a heartbreaking ending just as the blood moon crept through the sky If I wer...

They were waiting on her front porch when she walked up the driveway after a long day at the shoe store. Their uniforms were crisp and c...

Back to Jack The way my father tells it, Great-Grandpa Jack was a lawyer in L.A. back in the days when the city...

This time it's different. He's changed, she says. And she's right. The blood that once flushed his cheeks when she said so...