He was dragged in chains and he did not struggle as he waited for the guards to lead the way. The face of the prison was...
The frame strikingly tall and intimidating, waltzing in reconfigures my senses; a stench of blood encapsulates all, though I seem to be the only one...
It’s a warm April night, and the clock is striking four. In the break of dawn, I turn the cold doorknob to my mother’s room. His...
I was listening to an old song by Bob Dylan. I didn’t really care about the lyrics, I was just lost in the melodies. Until a...
“Addiction is the only prison where the locks are on the inside”, what a powerful way to express the nature of addiction. As a matter of...
