Scenes from the Philly is Baltimore march. This is what a suicidal crisis looks like from the inside.

I have Malignant Melanoma, my son had Testicular Cancer. We collect my mum from the care home, take her shopping, and then have afternoon tea together with my sister. The roses looked absolutely stunning and incredibly resplendent; a pink and coral burst of colourful hues. We spend time in reflective silence, just thinking about you. You were taken far too soon, and none of us was ready.

At the intersection of reality and fantasy. At the intersection of reality and fantasy. Waving his hand frantically when fantasy flows too fluidly. Relaxing relatively when the vehicles of reality roam through. And on his absentminded days. Everything crashes into the other. And all of life finds itself in some chaotic mess. And everyone walks deliriously away from the scene of commotion.

Poets in hell by Audrey Dimola. Dream Sonnet by Amy Watkins. Bear Attack by Peter Arnds. Of Course, Of Course by J. Moth by Claire Marie Stancek.

Crafting a Place for Black Womxn Writers. Black students and professors, Beaumont Tower, Michigan State University, December 6, 2014. photo by Darryl Quinton Evans. We are daughters, sons, brothers, sisters, cousins, nieces, nephews, godchildren, grandfathers, grandmothers, fathers, and mothers. We want you to hear.

And then my wife would also leave me, taking the peapod out on a solo row, following her deep, genetic Maine blood calling to the ocean and misanthropy. My husband became immediately obsessed with his show,. My husband seems to be enjoying .