his mama’s wing crushed, broken before he even started weakened by the shortcomings of his father sleeping under his mamma’s wing he could imagine and dream but the damage was immense and the drink was heaven sent the beer, the wine and then the whiskey became his wobbly backbone his manhoods constant wicked test he…

On October 24th, 2017, my Sissy looked up toward Heaven and taking her last breath surrendered. It had been a horrific couple of months in hospital beds, her body frozen from two heart seizures which resulted in a “99% brain dead” diagnosis. They hadn’t gotten to her in time. It seems that all of us,…

The dream came on late Tuesday night. She was talking to me.. a weak tender voice not quite like her usual voice. Kind of broken.. with a bit of a high pitch. She was giving me important spiritual information and her form was like the floating form of feminine liquidity. Of course, what she said…