A Secret

It happened on a summer afternoon when he was twelve. Eager to be like the rest, to belong, he was determined to go through with it. And aftwards, nothing. Except the loneliness that comes from getting what you want. A mistake of youth. [The same feelings he would feel years later in a baptism of another kind.] The old preacher had closed his …

Tell Me A Story

Tell me the story of a heart that bleeds, but can never bleed. Tell me the story of a heart that loves, but can never love. And I'll tell you the story of a tender heart, become as stone.   *I was rummaging through an old notebook and came across this poem I had written …