Where once my words were my quiet, hidden solace, I now find myself striving to craft them for your viewing pleasure. Where once I etched lines into paper in lieu of carving lines into my skin, that notebook gathers dust as calloused fingertips dance over keys and buttons, scroll through feeds and faces. Where onceContinue reading “shelter, magic, truth, and eggs”
There will be an important moment years from now. It will be at a gathering of some sorts: a concert of one of your favorite bands; a ceremonial worship gathering; a party with your closest friends; a crowded movie premiere thrumming with anticipation. There will be a distinct moment when time seems to slow. AndContinue reading “Hold On, We’re Going Home”
I once wore a reflective suit of armor crafted from impatience, resentment, and cynicism. At the time, I believed that it protected me from the pain and suffering of both my internal and external realities. It was a shroud that kept people at arm’s length, even when I let them believe that they were aContinue reading “How the South has Softened Me”
Hello twenty-three. What a year you were. While twenty-two was the Year of Change, you were the Year of Growth. Thank you for teaching me that my gut is trustworthy. When I follow my intuition, I am following my truth. When I follow my truth, I am living wholeheartedly. Thank you for helping me discoverContinue reading “23”
As a new decade dawns,I scrub these slates cleanor as clean as they’ll get,stubborn stains clinging cruel; I have to be gentle,so as not to break thembut I refuse to discard themlike some heartless fool. Our slate is most difficultbecause I somberly findtraces of you inhard-to-reach places The notes of a song;the hues of aContinue reading “Slates”
The two of us, side by side on a park bench, two pairs of sea glass eyes watching and waiting and wondering. Me, in my ratty jeans and obscure t-shirt; her, in her old fashioned red flannel nightgown, trimmed with white lace. Her hair is haphazard and carefree. She swings her legs, bare feet inchesContinue reading “Eight Years Stronger”
The prompt: “What is your greatest fear?” I stare at the question. Five words, black and white, evoking a panoply of images and thoughts and memories. It could be casual dinner conversation or a hushed exchange between friends or lovers. It could be something as simple as heights or spiders or something much more convolutedContinue reading “Armor”
I’m tidying up the waiting room and my gaze falls upon the little activity center and stuffed animals that have been abandoned in the corner. I remember a time last year when a client had an appointment but couldn’t find a babysitter, so I sat in that room with her little boy and we watchedContinue reading “Twilight Era”
Down by the banks of my childhood river are the rocks and the shells, the shrapnel of old; If I let you in, let you see my mosaic, I fear I’m too much of a thing to behold. So tides turn and billow like seasons of soul; mistakes yield to lessons like sand to theContinue reading “Mosaic”
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