Brave souls slip off the masks and unbuckle the armor. We step out and onto the illuminated stage, giving voice to our words. Purposeful and distinct, we tell our truths while above us paper lanterns dance to our pulsing vibrato. The sound of language gives texture and richness to our written stories now shared with eager ears in a tiny auditorium.
Tears inside me
Tears welled from deep inside me and clung like rain drops upon my cheeks after reading Last Night from the Hospital, by Bob Lonsberry. He made me feel like I was there with Bernadette Lynch and her family. Too soon Bernadette’s light, a high and bright burning flame will flicker out. When Bernadette lost her son Michael …