Where Demons Tread

From Then, On

“When the kids and I climbed out of our first bout of homelessness, what I call “The Blacks” hit me hard.

And I knew that if I gave in to their sticky, dark, grippimg hands pulling me into the deepest depression imagined that I would fail my children, who were already now at great risk.

Since then, not only have I been “fighting” for our survival in the external realms, but also in the internal realms where the demons haunt because they’ve known my name sunce my freedom had been traded for another’s.

Only now, maybe, is it even possible to let the darkness overtake me and not lose my children to it…maybe I’ll lose myself, but I’ll have to wait and see…”

A Return To Innocence

Back To The Beginnimg

“When I was a child, I spent a lot of time alone at my gransparents’ house.

When I say alone, that meant that grandpa was away for music business or golf during the day, while grandma was either cleaning house, watching golf, or come evening, cooking for all of us.

Simple things to eat were always available, like potato chips, slices of cheese, some crisp head lettuce, and bread and lunch meat.

My place was either in the front side bedroom listening to A-tracks, or on the floor in the kitchen, watching B-matinee movies.

Now, as I wait for paperwork processing to be able to resume my healing therapies, there’s a lot of me tending to the animals in the front room before the fire, and kitchen duties accompanied by the comfort of netflix or music piped through the phone set on repeat…

And pretty much the same simple diet for the kid in me.”

Altered States

Elder Sense

“A much respected older peer once told me to write the story of my life one day.

But what could I say that would make sense of all of the tragedies?

Pain’s pressure squeezes as it builds over time, until not a drop of blood feels like it can ever again flow freely.

It forces hope’s light to seek shelter, buried deep underground, begging for the end of growth’s dormancy.”