The Knock

The knock radiates through the room again. Lounging on the big comfortable chair, I stare at the door. Smoke rises from the bottom of the door. I consider opening it. However Jesus comes back from the kitchen, two hot cups Read more ›

Him and her

Her heart was an open door with a welcome mat on the floor She never had a father to teach her that not every man was welcome So they entered and left as they pleased, Often leaving the walls of Read more ›

ICU: Intensively Cared Unit

‎I pace up and down the waiting room; anxiously waiting for the doctor to return. Never in a million years did I think it would escalate to such a level. At first I thought I could control it. It seemed Read more ›