The Face of an Angel
By Falconcrow In the 1700s, there was a cemetery by a small Protestant church in the hills of an insignificant New England town. In this village, in that graveyard, there was a deep pit hidden…
By Falconcrow In the 1700s, there was a cemetery by a small Protestant church in the hills of an insignificant New England town. In this village, in that graveyard, there was a deep pit hidden…
I read Sean’s book, and I genuinely enjoyed it. It offers a refreshing perspective on bipolar experience—one that I think many people could benefit from, especially those living with bipolar disorder. His videos and writing…
Little Bird By Katrin A little bird sat singing sweet,When from behind came silent feet.A monster crept without a sound,The bird fell gasping to the ground. He took her gently, locked the gate,A cage of…
Where is she, of whom I dream in shadows?Is she a vestige of adolescent desire that consumes my nights? I drown in the memories of suffering past, while haunted by someone I will never know….