It happened early Tuesday morning. It has taken me this many days to verbalize it. Describing violent images is not an easy task. You see, the heart beats faster and faster. The head gets heavy. Hands shake. You close your eyes into short meditative moments, breathing and counting. Inhale. 1. 2. 3. 4. Exhale. 1. … Continue reading Soul Theft
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Hourglass
There's a faded line Between reality and time I Catch myself remembering rejection Straddling a log fence watching Them play and laugh and shout Odd girl out Too loud I used to be an expert at stilts Stride the mud like a queen I could do anything If I just believed but I never prayed hard enough to Make God real and It would be a version of Drop Dead Fred who Emerged the memories in my head Read more...
The Boy In The Wall
I am in the kitchen of a house. I am standing at the sink watching out of the window above it, enjoying observing some teenagers hanging out in the front yard; if dust and gravel can be considered a yard. There are two teen boys sitting in chairs talking together. A couple more are doing … Continue reading The Boy In The Wall
The Three Black Hats
I am on an air mattress. It is covered in a cotton sheet. I am stretched out on my back beneath a soft fleece blanket. I am in the end room of a double wide trailer. The trailer is nestled in a quiet neighborhood which is dense with trees. There are no traffic sounds. I … Continue reading The Three Black Hats
Seeping
Vennie tells it the best, our story and pain, seeping it out through a poetic song. When this poem was first written every time I would try and speak it, it came out musically. It just felt right. So that is how it is Seeping http://youtu.be/swEjqseJ820