The Last Mile

she was anxious, excited upset that she had to come, that the drive had taken longer, that the sun was shining brighter as if it were the proper time to climb from the four seater with a beautiful face turned dreadful and grim, with limbs and whims to struggle composure, reluctantly entering a room lit... Continue Reading →

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 →

Grave Turner

with soil still slipping from my fingertips he found me, shriveled petals in my hair with a tombstone corroded long ago swimming in my dress, noes to the air watching him from the left tasting the air, searching for fear   then sighting his crusted shoes a worn shovel caked in mineral, fixed focus as... 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 →

Help Yourselves

not everyone catches on to the trend because we die too soon before we can tell the ancient tales of our paladin kin... the pattern goes unnoticed because we're too busy struggling with internal bloodshed to lift our heads and see that the nonsense spilling from TV persuading there's something wrong with us we are... 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 →

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