Passion for writing ignites my soul's momentum
This confined life – carefully construed – ingrains order, commands discipline. I can free myself from urbanity, declare adventure as prerogative, but how long before I release the need for control, unburden internal restraints let go, and open to divine rhythms? Doubt I possess the trust required to live with such uncertainty. (Submitted for Twenty […]
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Moving on – it’s top priority, sorting through the collected, the unused, the forgotten – ready to let it all go, but… there’s a snake in the drawer and the temptation is real – to do the irrational, flee in a panic, shoot the beast, or set the house on fire – I’m overcome with […]
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One hand clutches expectations while the other clings to walls, desperately seeking purpose I have prayed for direction, a driving need for acceptance, a longing to be acknowledged look for openings to procure success, willing to commit to hard work, self-sacrifice have dreamt of a doorway backlit with brilliant promise, radiance waiting for release Am […]
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Depression desires a move – maybe east, where the sun rises and views are more picturesque but espoused to Disability ensures limitations – no multi-level dwelling just a single story, easy access home Surely, there is a place, where both tales can co-exist, and Depression’s suppressed flamboyance can soar and Disability’s plentiful talent can escape […]
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I carry my past in a long, white sack – canvas like a sailor’s – as if my life depends on it… or a laundress toting bundles, tied with string, promises of toil and recompense to come. My contents are not sustainable, though, only sorry tales, entangled woes mutated into plastic figurines, more comical than […]
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Victim, whose season is always Autumn, bloodied tears like fallen leaves trailing; and Martyr, for whom worship and self- sacrifice is a dietary requirement; propose to venture into retail ownership – recreating a former failed attempt; believing that if you build it (again) they will come, as Ego has promised. “Well, it worked for that […]
Read MoreUshering the last of the condolences out, she turns and slowly shuffles her way back down the grayed barren, institutional halls – a shock of white hair bent over metal legs. She pauses at the doorway – hesitates, feels weight descending – the finality of her loss – recalling the years of companionship, how they […]
Read MoreAt thirty-one, I had to learn to change my approach to life, because the old way wasn’t working. The old way put me at the center of the family (even though I was fifth born), listening to and attempting to resolve every family issue: Do you think your younger sister is okay living out there […]
Read MoreI was just twenty-two when I met my children’s father. With one failed marriage behind me, I was grateful for this man that considered me worthy of sharing a house and raising his family, so when he took me home for the first time, as a new wife and mother, I wanted to make a […]
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