I returned from the war in Europe. It was over. Yet strangely, the numbness that accompanied me through the hardest times still lingered. The blankness of emotion that was in some ways a shield against the insanity still enveloped me. Only in my dreams did an unsettling feeling arise, a drowning sensation that woke meContinue reading “The Joy”
Children never ventured into the Nary wood. They knew all too well and understood of the dangers that fell, and tales that were told, and retold again; stories of now and then. # They were handed down by infinite numbers of older sisters and older brothers, of brood before and since brood began. You mustContinue reading “The Scary Nary (A wicked rhyme)”
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