time muffles and mutes many things… the brilliance of diamonds the surprise of a first kiss when held to the test all dim and fade u hold on to the shadows of memories laughter drifting on waves whispered passions a hand held too tight unbelievably such things diminish the thought of them slip through finger tips…
Category: Post-a-Day
destiny unknown
humility triggers internal swells. starlight cracks and flickers in the night. chains grittle and spray. blood and bones paint the way. gravity claims the tawdry refrain. planted starboard she relishes the sight. –prompt borrowed from sundaywhirl.wordpress.com
untitled i
its in the birth of an ending and the death of a beginning a slap issued a cry that’s stifled these are the things we cannot undo the things that leave us undone a hand that never enfolds an i that doesn’t conclude with sorry it is a love that was never truly found or…
My iLife: A Reflection on Missed Connection
I use to have a life but then I got an iPhone and Facebook account and my life became virtual. I’ve stopped talking on the phone practically altogether although in truth I was never really a telephone chatterer. It’s just easier to text or send an email and inboxing someone is damn near instant message….
Things that Cannot Be Undone
“I can’t do this.” He is driving the car. In the passenger seat, she turns and notices he has begun to cry. “What? What can’t you do?” Her hand is steady but her heart beats faster. “I just can’t do this…” he is shaking. “Pull over.” She looks out the window searching for a spot…
anger management inappropriate resolution #17
i use to be angry screaming explicatives from stages going into rages over simple things like i wasn’t hugged enough or you standing there chewing that gum i would tell people with great accusation my grandmother’s grandmother was a slave and i would holler indigently at retorts about migration and infinite servitude i had no…
a writer comes of age
…it means you are a slave to the words bursting forth from your mind… 7 years old / what do you want to be when you grow up, he asked me. a writer, i answered. 8 years old / i sit for hours my legs cross eagle and numb, pencil in hand diligently scribbling on…
19 months later nightmares revealed (when you make a promise you have to keep it)
Beginning / It is 2 am. His palms are sweating clutching at my hands. He is crying into my shoulder. A mousetrap sits directly behind him and I keep holding him so that he won’t set it off. I am determined not to be afraid. “What did you say bitch!” We hear the screams. We jump…
motherhood: a molecular transformation
be willing to die everyday to the person you think you, to hand the wave back to the ocean…(Arjuna Arday) motherhood changed me at a molecular level. it restructured my dna. there was a moment in time when i was wanda – woman fully grown and in charge of my destiny. i was capable and…
biology is the least of what makes someone a man (586 words of gratitude: love prose)
i grew up surrounded by men, my family large: my mother born number 5 in a sibship of twelve and my father number 2 in a brotherhood of six. two men parented me, or at least attempted, one i called daddy, the other i introduce as dad. my grandfathers i idealized and adored. my brothers…
fearfree living 