Room Needed

Room Needed

The poetry inside of me has just been eeking out, and there has been no context. Normally, this wouldn’t bother me, but I feel like the nexus to experience and expression has entirely too much room for all kinds of unintended results. So, in a show of...
Pushing

Pushing

I tell the old story to myself lather, rinse, repeat priorities must be made, changes too and I push I hold opinions for the sake of the sensitive this disagreement breeds distrust but healing comes from truth and I push I tell those I DO trust and sometimes they...
Tell Your Story

Tell Your Story

This post resurgence was inspired by San Diego Kingdom Writers Association because YOUR STORY MATTERS! I come from storytellers. My heritage is in story form. Our history is such that our mundane happenings become performances in sharing with others. For example, when...

Grandma’s Way Pt 3

  I practically floated home on the strange idea, or hope rather, that I would somehow be whisked into her window to the kitchen table, where magic would ensue. I would sit there like a seven-year-old, and my legs would swing from the chair as Grandma would make...

Grandma’s Way Pt 2

  “Is it you?” I heard in my summer dream, a few days after I saw Grandma’s eyes on me. I’d been walking by her window for months. I’d never heard her voice or even caught her attention so far as I knew. I never saw her eyes. I...