Parched

stones dropped, one by one down my frail well, dusk and dawn, dawn louder each dusk -B. Brown (Mosaic Artist - Sonia King Mosaics)

Crestfallen

did I wake up beneath toasted cotton clouds or smeared tears against the murky eye, haven't the birds alerted of my arrival for one more day or did they jerk me from my empty slumber as tiny wells as thunder hasn't the morning dew grounded me briskly shocking my re-existence or did it soak through... Continue Reading →

Cast the Ancient Spells…

My mother's hand would clasp around mine, grasping the pencil, tracing the letters, I learned the art of word structure through my mother's insistence. And her persistence was critical, for reasons I did not know until I found myself craving the crisp landscape of paper, with an ink pen as my wand, I drafted spells... Continue Reading →

To Walk on Water…

the single cell amoeba sends out it's distress signal in the form of a secretion that attracts other single cells... safety in numbers, fish maintain a closed distance from one another, constantly keeping tabs, not too close, not too far just enough to up the odds of survival should nature decide to rush it's course...... Continue Reading →

Microwaved

follow to really be in the know tag if you're down for the cause like for the money to flow your way share to keep the demons at bay comment for a chance to win happiness subscribe to help the unfortunate send a text to bring world peace honk if you smell bullshit - B.... Continue Reading →

Stop What You’re Doing…

... it's time to play. As writers trying to manifest abundance with our gifts, we often forget to have fun. We get caught up with our inner critics, feel the weight of kin's gifts and get discouraged, push so hard we exhaust ourselves become creatively arrested or forget that our gifts are unique to the... Continue Reading →

Protection — Lost Ghost

If you are in the darkness, If the shadow is present, Breathe. Remember You are held always In all ways. Remember love is stronger Than any foe. Remember love By focusing everything you have On that feeling. Love. What does it feel like? Not to dismiss the pain But to see there is an Eb […]... Continue Reading →

Forgive Your Mother

she never had anything good to say about her mother until she needed help I know a man who still resents his mother for abandoning him when he was young there was another who said she never wanted to see her mother again a pair like to punish their mothers by withholding their children and... Continue Reading →

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