LoveMatrimony

A Bedridden Weekend

He’s waited on me hand and foot what more could I ask of Him? but that look. The look in

Faith

The art of bleeding a brain . . . “convince them they feel nothing.”

I can never really understand how people, humans, can be relentlessly mean, rude, hateful, unjust, neglectful, oppressive to other beings

Truth

Watching the World Shake with Much Madness

 Act 1, Scene 1 Who prays for your water droplets?   Alarm clocks blaring—our sightless hands search the nightstand and windowsill

Healing

The day my head fell off…

The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape finding oneself in

Faith

Visions of a daughter, and a rendezvous in París

All that we are is a result of what we have thought. – Buddha What things soever ye desire, when

The Stage

The Muses in Order by Appearance Tru Bey: The Scientist Nahdee Shula (Nadie): The Gypsy Queen Nadira: Universe E. English (Egypt English

LoveOur Love StoryPoetry

Reflections of a Porcelain Plate Spinner

At one point I held you high above my mental capabilities–I am sorry. And I am aware now, for the

Faith

I Cannot Outrun the Flames

My legs are swift, and all that I know of jukin’ is in full effect, but still the hairs on

HealingMemoirs

Building a Life Outta Cardboard Boxes and Suitcases

You have to learn how to move your shit around.      A lot. And how to toss the shit

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