“My one regret,” she came there with the intention to confess. There were so many things she could have said. So many transgressions committed in life filled with the avoidance of responsibility. He wondered if perhaps she would finally cop to the ten thousand dollars that went missing after their mother died. Or if maybe…
Category: Post-a-Day
on reverence
while walking this morning i came upon this small tree. it stands out in the park among all the greenery both because of it’s color and it’s youth. the other trees surrounding it have stood for generations now. in my mind i think the other trees find its impatience to change and show off its…
Langston’s Church
Langston’s church has palm tress in the court yard rock is the standard praise theme and there are cup holders for coffee in each of the seats His playmates are the sons and daughters of factory workers university professors and the unemployed he likes that Ethan has blond hair and Isabella’s eyes slant heavenward he…
a woman’s psalm
help me jesus help me we sing it in the night we shout it through the fields it is the call that gets answered even through our darkest fears help me jesus help me when you’ve done all you know when you’ve stood all you can stand call out jesus cause he is your only…
i have decided to go on
this blog has been such a wonderful exercise for me. when i began i had no idea that the world of blogging was in fact a world. i count myself among the fortunate to have discovered and been embraced by bloggers the world over. this week i have been sitting with the idea of ending…
Declaration Emancipation
I spend a lot of time Spinning my wheels In an effort to stay ahead of My own games of deceit & manipulation My ego grows ever big Though it is my desire that It whither up and die It plays me against myself Labyrinths expansive built Sturdy though not sound In the very fabric…
Declaration Emancipation
I spend a lot of time Spinning my wheels In an effort to stay ahead of My own games of deceit & manipulation My ego grows ever big Though it is my desire that It whither up and die It plays me against myself Labyrinths expansive built Sturdy though not sound In the very fabric…
why cry when you can rumba
if only i’d known dancing was a choice i’d have shaken my shimmie waltzing myself out more doors than you could count i would have salsa-ed and fox trotted till my toes bleed instead i’ve held up wallpaper and maintained cushions i’ve twirled on office chairs and scooted my way down corridors to tones made up…
ernest
he stood 5 feet four inches burst pimples scarred his face from cheek to cheek the breadth of him vast no less than 50 extra pounds settled into places no child should carry weight he did not speak no superheroes or high scoring athletes held court within him his mind a perceived blank guarded constantly…
women hunt, men gather?
at what point did a Random Man outweigh a Good Woman women selling themselves so short they are willing to accept crumbs while claiming to be worth diamonds work a full time job manage a household singlehandedly with only a spot here and there raise a wo/man these credentials sudden liabilities women…
fearfree living 