We all go on Crushing Crickets

We all go on Crushing Crickets I am 9 again Summer has made my skin 3 shades of darker. They were still using pebbles in the playgrounds. They were still trying to get kids to play nice, but not trying hard enough. 9 dollars an hour, for them, is not enough to care. The YMCA staff half listens to the wine in our throat…

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Morning Haiku

Haiku – a form of brief poetry. Seventeen syllables in three lines (5-7-5). An attempt to capture the essence of a moment. The other morning, these Haiku came out… partly overwhelmed living from the inside out this moment explodes whatever it is surrender it to God’s fire let it burn to ash arise from ashes accept what is offered now see its perfection let…

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I have no poems of light

I have no poems of light. I have only poems of surrendering to darkness. This world tells us “fight the darkness.” But I have a different message. Surrender to suffering and allow your journey to REALLY begin. Drop “affirmation” and “attraction” into the trash can. Trust the Path, live the life you’ve got. No matter the suffering…we all suffer… What happens when you are…

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Flash Fiction From a Photo Prompt

Flash Fiction, based on this photo by Vivian Maier… I was told they were in an arts and crafts store one wintery day when it finally happened. Both of them were relieved to be out of the freezing apartment, and although they did not have the money to buy anything, they were out shopping nonetheless. Charley had on her warmest coat.  Though indoors, she kept the…

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