A Song With Many Voices: All the Lonely People

I once again had the incredible honor to collaborate with a group of stunningly talented writers.

Blood Into Ink


I have always been here, among the lonely people. Despite having people around me, my battles exist within my head and body. To you, I may look normal, but on the inside is a scene entirely different. My constant companions are sadness, frustration, exhaustion — even a fortified fortress to shield me from what the world has and could continue to do to me. Those walls isolate me from my family. The shadows are filled with creatures that know how to hurt me if I move too close. So, you see, I am one of the lonely people. But I am not alone.
Sarah Doughty)

All the Lonely People—

they converge,

invisible at intersections

of Life and Death,

strangely untouched by hands of those


How can it be that so many similar

do exist while lost

to one another?

All the Lonely People—

they are unalone, and yet

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Funny, or Forever

it’s a funny thing

how forever

is impenetrable

the iceberg that slashed –

pierced Titanic

with a mortal gash.

until distress

in the shape of global warming

meets judgment

in the form of Mach 5

and time is awash

in an icy deluge

of fragility.


it’s a funny thing

how forever

is shrink-wrapped

in glimmery cellophane

presented by bunnies

riding aback pirouetting unicorns

wreathed in butterfly smiles.

until missteps

shred glittery wrapping

to shit stained ribbons

while apprehension

fattens the teeming nits

that gorge as medieval knights

on the clotting gore

of slaughtered hope.


it’s a funny thing

about forever