Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart

Days that worst piles on worse, and it's like I'm drowning. It hurts too much, and each cough turns into something far, far worse. ...

The following sonnet was written in response to Bob Hostetler's question 'Do you plan your reading?', posted on the Steve Laube ...

On this Valentine's Day, I could not face my own death in better company. Pain today has been beyond all rational understanding, but I...

There's an interesting compare-and-contrast going on here, right now. A very dear friend of ours in in hospital, and has been since ea...

This morning I struggled between consciousness and death, trying to find my way back to this life, the life I'm not ready to leave. I ...