Growing up is a bitch-
learning responsibility,
being true to your feelings,
acting with integrity,
putting yourself out there,
to experience life on life’s terms,
It’s hard, damn hard.
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“Look! Isn’t that cute!” my sister cried as she looked out the sun porch windows. The four of us, my mother, aunt, sister, and I herded to the sliding door to watch as a tiny field mouse hopp…
Within the girl child rests,
From the moment of birth,
All of the children
She will ever bear,
Carried within,
Feeling the mourning wails
Of broken despair,
The mute rage held within,
T…
Words, profound harbingers
Of denial, telling what
We want to hear,
Or fear to have said.
Such potency placed
Because of their tangibility,
Because we are taught
From earliest ages
To l…
Looking back from this not so distant future,
the bed and its occupants glow -
all anger, distrust, and hurt gone -
gentle voices, soft laughter and tears mingle freely,
washing away old an…
Not for the first time, Urni wished she was a shadow disappearing into the walls. Edging further back into the dark corner, she hushed her sister and held her ever closer. There was no place …
At the end of a long, winding road – covered with potholes, steep climbs, sharp turns, and quick descents- you come to a drive where trees shade your passage. Set back in a large prope…