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At The End Of The Walk

From my book Into the Dark AT THE END OF THE WALK ​During the day walkers would park their weary bottoms, slug from water bottles, and then continue up on…

If there is one thing Martial Arts teaches you, it’s this

I’m so new at training. A few weeks is all. But I’ve already learned several things that have surprised me, and a lot of it about myself more than the…

Anger

From my book Into the Dark ANGER They’re talking to me again. They’re smiling and grimacing and shattering my feelings again ​ They say things like, ‘we understand.’ ‘we care.’…

The Visitor

From my book Into the Dark THE VISITOR ​ Hearing a noise she froze, listening, alert. She must not be found here. The boy startled her anew as his nose…

Dim The Lights

From my book Into the Dark DIM THE LIGHTS ​“I am so tired. Tired of fighting people, governments, my own desires and needs that have no place in our world,…

Street Photography

STREET PHOTOGRAPHY ​ I see you looking. Staring across the mall. Will you come over? Will you say hello to me? ​ People often stare at me. I am very…

Goodbye For Now

From my book Into the Dark GOODBYE FOR NOW ​ He placed another bag on top of the growing pile. He had accumulated too much over the years. Made leaving…

Pete

Pete was the nicest boy you could ever wish to meet. He had learning difficulties, but if you’d seen him with the children you would have known that he was…

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