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Child sexual abuse, Fiction, Uncategorized

Dear Father – I dreamt of your funeral

Dear father I dreamt of your funeral. People cried. Sincere tears; wet and freely strewn down their faces. Their grief wasn’t quiet. The sounds of it reached me in sobs or in stories. Your name slipped from their lips like soft memories rising from the breath of the living. Everything good they ever saw in… Continue reading Dear Father – I dreamt of your funeral

Creative non-fiction

Author Of Rhyme

(TRIGGER WARNING) The author of rhyme rose from secluded corners of recollection, provoking the flickering of a vision behind my eyes. I felt the ghost of a hand under my sheets, then the brushing of his face against my cheek. Dark, defiled poetry sat inside me and whispered across my skin. Before experiencing the rhyme,… Continue reading Author Of Rhyme

Fiction

The Devil Whispers

They say, still waters run deep; these four words made immortal by a combination of both wisdom and beauty. So much insight can be embodied within a short expression formed out of thoughtful observation. Still waters run deep, but I say, so do turbulent ones. I grew up by Shawinigan Falls. Locals knew about a… Continue reading The Devil Whispers

Fiction, Metaphor

Read Between The Lines

As a slim foretelling of light peered over the horizon, and as the grooves of the earth became visible for the first time, Truth came to be. Truth, the first of the storytellers, cast a long shadow; her only companion in the quiet existence where no language had yet formed. When there were no known… Continue reading Read Between The Lines