Poem: Without You

Poem: Without You

by Grandma Hazel Kubicki   So many miles divide us now, So many fields of green. So many roads, so many towns          Are scattered in between. It seems as though I never could          Reach out and touch your hand Although we two are still within          The...

A Heart is a Terrible Thing to Waste

I am a terrible person. For too long, I have believed there are people who hate me, and who hate me because of my political views. So I began to hate them. They were on television–that is how I learned of them–and their words would make me angry. Nearly...
Depression Is A Dementor

Depression Is A Dementor

Depression is a silent killer–a Dementor–that imprisons the heart, wipes the mind, and dominates the body until the spirit sacrifices control. By its command you suffer–silent and alone–because depression hates to be seen, because if it is seen...
The Lover, Masculine Archetype

The Lover, Masculine Archetype

Man is not meant to be alone. Even hermits have a marriage with God. We die if we do not pour ourselves into something. Even during stillness, monks donate their selves entirely, acting by not acting. You have the artillery to inject with ferocious action your self...