Playing Church
Sunday morning. I wake up in a strange room. I realize I’m in my best friend’s bed. My bestie lightly snores beside me. Her family has no plans to go to church today. Should I rush home on my bicycle … Continue reading
Sunday morning. I wake up in a strange room. I realize I’m in my best friend’s bed. My bestie lightly snores beside me. Her family has no plans to go to church today. Should I rush home on my bicycle … Continue reading
As a young child, I enjoyed writing poems that rhymed. As a teenager, I dabbled in free-flow. As an adult, I am exploring a more structured form of poetry, called Japanese Haiku. A haiku is a three-line poem with seventeen … Continue reading
I guessed her age to be around 17. She had dark brown, shoulder-length hair, and tattoos on both forearms. She seemed a bit standoffish. She may have been shy. We exchanged pleasantries but not much more. She was in my … Continue reading
I squeezed her chunky thighs. I breathed in her lavender scent. I snuggled into her neck. I brushed against her soft hair. I played peek-a-boo with her blankie. I returned her to her grandma. I smiled to mask my pain. … Continue reading
I was there … When your head passed through the birth canal and you crowned When you splashed the tub water during your bath time When you cooed, gurgled, and babbled When you smiled at me from across the room … Continue reading
My plans aren’t your plans, nor are your ways my ways, says the Lord. Just as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my plans than your plans (Isaiah 55 CEB). … Continue reading
The death of me started when I got married so young I remember listening to the waves pounding the shore but not seeing it for the dark of night. I remember the blanket of stars above, so close you could … Continue reading
The text that sent me spiraling in fear “Call Me” was all the text read. My heart skipped a beat. Memories flooded my mind. Memories of the day I received the call that… my child was in jail. my … Continue reading
My mom personifies the Pollyanna principle After a particularly distressing week of disappointments and discouragements, my mom announced that she wanted her epitaph to read, Keep Smiling (first featured on Medium platform June 14, 2021)
Winter break. School is out, snow is falling, Christmas is coming. Yet my young heart is lonely. Surrounded by family A dark shadow never leaves. Restful sleep eludes me. I am bored. I am teary. I step on my bed … Continue reading