Steve McNichols
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Dear Josephine
Dear Josephine, I had that dream again. The one where my superpower is that I am my own black light. (No, not that kind!!! OMG I can’t believe you went there?? ;)) No, I’m talking about a light that shows me wounds, scars, and unseen burdens carried by others. The light helped me to hear better too. It helped me to hear the crying, the pain, and the loss spoken by the hearts of the hurting. All the things they don’t want to hear or face or remember. The things that seemed to know them all too well. The light allowed me to see and hear the hurt and then I knew how to help. Because awake or asleep, more than anything, I want to help.
By Steve McNichols3 years ago in Families
The Dragons
The Dragons Yellav eht ni snogard syawla t’nerew ereht, he was, as usual, unaware that he had said the words backwards. He was trapped in the same world he created every time he told a story. He was always in some other place. Living the tale he was spinning. And this vivid immersion made him almost too inwardly focused. Especially when it came to the world around him.
By Steve McNichols4 years ago in Fiction
