MIA KERNAGHAN

Looking back now, I think pain was self serving, I stayed awake most nights and survived. I understood what it felt like to be alone, and...

We slept on the floor in a great, big brown room with walls the color of cherry oak and a ceiling as tall as the mountains. He told me...

Do you remember it was you and me and no one else. It was strawberry picking and eternal summers with our toes in the lake. It...

I sat under the eye of Aquila and asked a friend to pray for me, my health, my well being. I saw a brown feathered bird fly above me, or...

He had been something I made up. Pictures and recollections that were not real. We did not hold hands, we touched skin, cell on cell and...

He looks beyond me, am I the ghost? And speaks of world affairs and Clinton, something about Libya and I could not care less. Do I exist?...