Eight

Different pieces of metal. Different designs. ••• A mosaic of memories one doesn’t exist without the other. ••• They are all a part of her. She is carrying a piece of you with her. •• Soldered to her heart. They’re tattooed in the veins. ____ A piece of jewelry? Eight.

Pluggin In

Photos fall to the ground from an old dresser some of them black and white, others bursting with color. You can touch them, pick them up, feel them and their weight. Are they heavy or light, faded, new?   We ask the ones pictured in these gems now held between your fingertips.   As words... Continue Reading →

Don’t tell me to Smile

  “A encapsulated maze filled with memories, words, the powerhouse to functioning. Pain cuts through memories and words become mush. You can’t see it, but I can feel it. Sometimes its so hard to speak.” Trade me. “An analysis explains all that my body has been trying to tell me. Only now I wish I didn’t know, because... Continue Reading →

Broken in a Moment, Strong as Hell the Next

The quiet midnight, walking through all your thoughts. The ‘what ifs’, ‘what happened?’. The ‘Damn, I did that!’ The ‘I should’ve saids...’ Flying through the skies catching all the stars, a bouquet of wonder. Lightning will hit clouds will come and eventually fade. When your eyelids finally fall and peace becomes your silence, dreams become... Continue Reading →

Time Travel

Give me a star lit summer night in the back of a 4x4 pick up truck. A light blanket, country music an a loose piece of paper. Take me to a beach where the waves crash at my feet. Two worlds collide in their counteractive beauty. A couple towels, bathing suits under clothing. Let the... Continue Reading →

What’s your story?

From a very young age I’ve always loved to learn. Anything that had to do with homework, reading, writing especially, I would always look forward to. By the time I could talk my mom and Grandma immediately started teaching me letters in the alphabet, sight words, tracing, and teaching me how to read. I’ve been... Continue Reading →

On Sunday Mornings, We Dream

The sun rays hover across your closed eyelids. The sheets warm to the touch. Your chest rises and falls. I lay on my back and watch the ceiling fan, the blades spinning in circles never ending, producing wind still and silent. My eyes flicker as if taking pictures, momentums of your peacefulness. Wondering if you're dreaming...... Continue Reading →

Together Started with One

Generation after generation bonded by truth connected by experience with our lives to share still fight for what is right still fight for the woman next to you. A woman's voice is a tsunami hitting a mountain that always seems to be too high. Our world, somehow" never lets the echo reach far and wide.... Continue Reading →

Everything Starts with ‘The’

Silence: The thoughts buried from last night’s dream, The uncertainty of, “Am I where I’m supposed to be?” The determination to catch up with time, The obsessive need to re-lock the door, The suffocating exhaustion of a déjà vu spinning wheel, The doubts you fight to negate, The racing heartbeat that won’t slow down, These... Continue Reading →

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