Dedicated to my Beloved Brother

Matthew Kevin Scallan

Who taught me to read despite my dyslexia & encouraged me to write

when others dismissed and mocked me.

He almost floated Prince like, as if covered in fine cloth - an ambassador kindness among the dying. He bravely hobbled along hopeless hallways of horror while covered in his own filth, refusing to be helpless or hopeless.

Here was where words failed, and yet in spite of it all, he gave more than he received. His one eye focused on others, opening doors an extending a hand to the forgotten.

This site celebrates the power of words told when none seem to exist, stories

that need to be said as if they are Jacobs ladder that we rise and fall on, live or die on.

Perhaps humbly your words may, somehow help deconstruct the lies of the

Empires of Evil & their Towers of Babel that rise up everywhere.

_{Mostly for my children}

_{Please forgive me for the times I knew not what I was doing. I will adore & desire you till time means nothing and the rivers run wild, blushing joys and bursting walls made by sin, staining the universe in a super nova of light from to the wonder your birth. I love you. I will never have the words to say it fully.}