A prayer is interpreted as a “humble request” to a higher power. It is closely linked to organized religions, but those of us who believe in spirituality only may also invoke whatever power for help or guidance every now and then. So, I pray… that I walk through a rose bush on the way to…
Gera got behind the wheel. They were heading back home after spending a full morning, and eventually noon, at Tina’s. On the passenger’s seat, Meena. She sat quietly. Her eyes moving over her right shoulder as she looked at the colorful trees they drove by. From the moment she left Adam’s room, there was a…
I will never truly understand politics. I will never truly understand greed. I will never really understand WHY people standing on the same soil, separated only by an INVISIBLE line, would choose money, pride, and blind loyalty over humanity. I haven’t lived long enough to see all of the world’s atrocities, but I’ve seen enough…
Peeled eyes, clumsy hands stubborn heart, late at night can’t think right, so I write Confusion and fear over a million years that seem not enough for a cluttered mind to clear I sought comfort, a sign in cheesy inspo lines just because they rhymed but answers I can’t find Mind gamers like to play…
It’s a warm Friday afternoon and, before everyone at work storms out the door and never look back—well, not for the next two days—they’re all telling you about their Friday night plans. You, a lone soul still navigating your way through a mad city; a city full of people too fake to inspire you to…
This creative nonfiction short story, originally published in 2014, has been relaunched! I thought it would be nice to offer my readers a few free copies as reintroduction (well, it’s also what you’re supposed to do when you’re an unknown author, right?) [laughs nervously]. So, I have a promotion going from February 14 thru the 18th, the…
But I could get used to your fingertips touching mine reaching across the table like the cheesy movies do Wrap my hair around them shape every coil, every twirl pick up a bottle on the way make dinner for two Dust off the red suspender light up the jasmine candle watch it flicker to the…
When you want to punish yourself for poor decisions you made, before you knew they were bad, give yourself a break. Remember that there was a moment in time when you thought it was right. And even if you always knew it was wrong, but continued to go on because, after all, it was your…
I’ve learned that anyone you care about can crush you into pieces. I’ve learned that heartbreak doesn’t always have a sad face. I’ve learned that “it’ll pass” or “man up” / “woman up” won’t help the healing process. I’ve learned that society believes in rebounds and expects you to erase years of fond memories in…
This is kind of a follow-up to Don’t Hit the Brakes! – which I posted last year (last month, to be less dramatic). It’s just that I can’t get enough of the raw reality that is to be an author, or an artist who wants to sell. I’ll post the words again: You start writing…
Nobody asks you how you are Because you checked in with your stories, you’re alive And your skin is glowing you must be fine and that last post of yours so dope, fire, kiss, and hearts You smile a lot to be insane You’re in good shape Your limbs are moving Can’t be your strength…
I think love is bullsh*t. Once upon a time, I wrote a phrase that it’s now floating around somewhere in the Twitterverse, and on the site, and it essentially said not to write your life plans with champagne hangs. Well, here I am today, literally champagning my way through. I am champagne-saturated still from the…