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Inspiration rises with the sun. As dreams seem to finally be done. Scary things, who dreams these things? The dark has never been darker it seems. But there is always a right with the left. A truth I desperately hold to self. And there it is, my shining light. A light to break the darkest… Read More »

Making another Grave

I am just now returning from burying my last grandparent. My last one ever. For those of us that are adopted we tend to take our future bonds seriously and we hold onto them religiously. For some of us our adopted blood becomes our blood, or at least we allow ourselves to feel that way.… Read More »


I can’t believe this Shoney’s is closed! Nooooooo!!!!

Daily Denver

Closing Light

I could close my light to the light around it. Folding inside till there is no more inside. I turn away from everything until I turn away from it all. Closing light to accept a light is gone. I know acceptance now. And yet I miss the light. I miss it still. -OM

Half a Piece

There is half a piece of bread by my bed. A half eaten decision made at about 11:45 last night. It reminds me of a thought, half a thought because I can’t remember the rest. It seems a shame that somewhere hanging still is half a sentence. Breaking in half a paragraph that may have… Read More »

Writing Myself

I could lay my life on the line. On a line followed by another line and another. Opening the pages of my heart with delicate finger that gently picks back the layers of my past. Some pages stuck together by tender emotion forming permanent rest. I pry them open with despair and allow release of… Read More »

I’ll Admit It

Watching my site rank drop is hard to bear. Really hard to bear. I know many people will tell you that they don’t pay attention to stats. That they could care less about gaining subscribers and views on their site. Well I care. I care enough to have poured countless hours into this website over… Read More »

A Silent Scream

In Afghanistan, a young soldier lies on the ground alone. His blood is seeping through his fingers as he tries to hold his life in for just a bit longer. His last thoughts are of his family, the love for his mother, and his loyalty to a country that has hated him since he got… Read More »


As I normally attempt to seperate myself mentally from the physical humanity I am forced to rub shoulders with. I would like to think I was wide eyed during that flight to the possibilities ahead. My cynical nature now lets me know Koreans are rarely “wide eyed” about anything. As I sit contemplating the various… Read More »