Comments about Tammy Logan
An inbred fear of losing the ones you love…
Souls scattered in the wind like leaves on a
dark Fall day. Desultory fear that kicks you
in the ass, then lays you straight, as you grasp
for the edges of sanity-Hoping to weaken no
I'm mindful of the bleakness of the sky and the
wind, hot as hellfire on my face. The pebbles that
crunch beneath my feet ache like the ache of my
heart- I must escape.
Death a formidable assailant to our existence…
Enemy of the soul, death lurks hiding in the dark,
waiting to swallow the ones we love. It ...