Tag: fear

• June 20, 2016

  I’d Be Lying

  if I said I wasn’t nervous. My sister, concerned: I’m afraid Christians may hurt my son. I’ve been up all night trying to decide if we should go. When I say Christian, I don’t mean Christian; I mean those who say amen when it isn’t right. Is it more important to be seen, to show…
• December 22, 2015

  Holiday

  The old dog sits close; thunderstorms and nostalgia have us held up in the back of the house— each seeking shelter from our own fears. Originally published at Gnarled Oak – Issue 5; November 6, 2015
• November 12, 2014

  Dependent

  I’ve little to say to you;      I’m still finding new places      to hide. You lurk in the middle of the room,           oblivious to your harm, and I find myself in the shadows, hoping      you do not see me. Our roles seem reversed to anyone…