The Island

An island much? Haven’t you heard? No man is an island. Try harder. It’s easier isn’t it? Maybe. Otherwise it’s work. Isn’t it? Understood. It’s walls. Walls have been erected. Walls to cover up. Walls to hide behind. Past wounds are pulsing. Pulsing loudly in your ear. They are dictating. Oh, they are so loud. You askedContinue reading “The Island”

Life Passages XIV – Breaking Ground

Madeleine sits on a wooden bench, under a humungous tree. It has foliage so thick that it provides ample shade for reading. Madeleine has taken her favorite past time-actually obsession, to the park two blocks away from home. She throws herself  into the graphic novel she purchased at Solomon’s bookstore. It is her third go at the book,Continue reading “Life Passages XIV – Breaking Ground”