Why can’t you be like her?
Why can’t you look at me
Like she looks at him,
Like he’s a god and
Her his most ardent worshiper?
Of all the hurtful things he’s ever said, These words cut the deepest.
Just another Allberry site and opinions
I have Malignant Melanoma, my son had Testicular Cancer
To travel is to take a journey into yourself...
Seeking history, architecture, holy stuff and plant-based sustenance
and peculiar ponderings...
Navigating the second half of my life
What I've always wanted
Critical. Crazy. Catastrophic.
A Dialogue between Poets
... meaningless (but insightful!) observations from a half-deaf introvert navigating cancer and the noise all you other people make
form & function by daniel paul marshall
Scribbles on Cocktail Napkins
It started when I gave up smoking and went from there!
Writer. I drink the coffee then I make the stuff up.
Book Reviews| Tiny tales
The Wanderings and wonderings of a sentient cloud.
Life can be complicated. Pleasures are simple. Photography by Kelly Hay.