"going to the edge and back, one word at a time."
What am I doing here? Seriously! What am I doing here? What are you doing here? Seriously! What are you doing here? Has my life led me to being a so-called, quote on quote, writer so all my hard fought words can sit on a page and wither away with other people's writings? An endless …
My todays tarry, flaked, bright sunrises to glowing, midnight moon, tangled in an inevitable swoon, constantly chasing the prizes of the lives we marry. Little whisper breathe, and pepper my tired ear, while frozen I stand in place, I take my hand and erase a wet capsulated tear into its endless sea. My yesterdays beckon, …
There was this boy. He grew up in the rural South. He drank Pepsi Cola from glass bottles. He ate Nabs. He worked in tobacco fields at the age of twelve. He dreamed. His imagination was his escape. It was his portal. At a young age, he knew other realms existed. You just had to …
As Thanksgiving week dawns upon us, I think back over the past several months. I have seen things and people around me go from being oblivious, to being scared, to being quarantined, to being put on lockdown, to being full of rage, to being opened up in stages, to operating at some type of face-masked …
: something that happens because of certain circumstances, although it was not planned by anyone. Out of anything that you could be doing right now, out of anything that you could be reading, out of all the things you could be double tapping and liking, you are here with me. You are reading the words …
Finally, the sunrise. The light awakens me. It permeates the cracks of the blinds. It stabs my blackout curtains with prison shanks. I hear the neighbor's rooster. The birds begin to squawk outside my window. The cardinals peck the fallen holly bush seeds. The morning doves perch the ground around my feeders. Cars zoom by …
Hey! You! One day you are going to need to read this. You are going to need to hear it from yourself. One day you are going to be at your breaking point. At a point when you look around and you feel lost. Familiar is not going to feel so familiar, and home is …
This world will lead you to believe that because you are white, you are the privileged, racist enemy. If you are black then you are a criminal who is still in bondage. If you are Hispanic then you are an illegal immigrant and must be deported immediately instead of being given an American chance. Some …
"How can you just stand there and ignore what is happening between us? You don't know what I've been going through!" I shout at her. "You, you, you, how could you do this to me?" Numerous cars drive by on the city streets. A commercial plane passes overhead. She stands in front of me. She …
How cozy do writers, much less anyone who dabbles in photography, music, or art, have it in today's world as compared to one thousand years ago? One hundred years ago? Fifty years ago? This thought tickled my brain because I cannot imagine having to write a fictional novel by hand. I marvel at the authors …
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