a 7 year old can mysteriously take up most of a queen size bed. Publix produce bags can be used in parafin manicures. apparently. you’re never too old to go to prom. unless you are. if it takes a corset, and losing 15 pounds, to fit…just leave it. you’re ass is hanging out anyway. unless that is your goal. then, you’re all set. asparagus, fried eggs and olive oil are better on quinoa than...
a personal love letter.
inspired by her and this. no one ever saw you. but I see you. I see your rust speckled eyes full of doubt and determination. I see those hands, like your granny’s, so soft and so strong. I see that back, so slumped from the tears, straighten with dignity. you are me. I am you. love from within. you are a woman who has endured and come out stronger and braver. you are the girl who...
unclench that fist.
it’s all so much. the information blasted on you like spraypaint. rallies and war cries. permission to rape. what is happening? it’s like, we’re on the eve of a revolution. of a great world war. but, there is nothing great about war. the people want change. everywhere. but at what cost? how much are you willing to sacrifice to get a better tomorrow? how many should die? what...
it happened last night.
in the background, music plays. guitar. acoustic. beginner. a child’s laughter envelopes the cords, making F extra sharp. momma chops the evening feast, her knife adds a whacking to the music that no instrument can recreate. outside, a bonfire. stoked from across the garden. heat that no flame has ever been able to touch. jalapenos, for additional warmth. soft silken hair grazes...
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it is a white farm house with enough land for a garden. and some hens. because those farm fresh eggs cannot be beat. it is wooden floors and dusty rooms, covered in cobwebs so old, they probably knew your great-grandmother. it is large trees. an oak. it is bushes dripping with flowers so heavy, in purple and blue and pink. it is cracks in the walls and doors and floors, that allows the cool to...
I’m constantly searching. For what? Well, it depends on the day. Mostly, I search for the answers. Such as, how to live a peaceful life when those around you are not peaceful themselves. Or, how do I fulfill my own desires without being selfish and demanding? How do I teach my son how to be kind to others when I struggle with it myself sometimes? Always searching for answers. I’m...
I was told I was inspiring the other day. it took me off guard because I honestly had no idea how I, of all people, could be inspiring. so I asked them to elaborate. they said that I envoked peace and calmness in them. that was inspiring to hear. I don’t set out to inspire anyone intentionally, but to hear that something I’ve said or written has made someone feel better is very nice. ...
the peace within.
sometimes hard to find, really. my head and heart struggle with feelings and thoughts and plans and expectations. I’m not a religious person, not in the “normal” sense of the word anyway. I was raised in the church, southern baptist mostly, and was expected to serve my god until he called me home to glory. but it never felt right. it never felt like they said it should. I always...
I've forgotten how to write.
I’ve forgotten what it feels like to sit down with paper and pen and just let it all out. not caring what the words actually said, never stopping to check punctuation and spelling. I’ve forgotten what it feels like to write through the pain, the frustration, the loneliness, the happiness, the tears and the joy. and to just keep going until you got it all out in one giant heap of...