Angela was sweaty and breathless as she ran barefooted through the neighbor’s backyard. She had been stooping behind the fence playing with the ants as they tried to carry bits of crackers into their hole. Watching them she wondered how they got to be so strong, the thin pieces were so much bigger than them. Her 7 year old mind was always drawn to the tiny creatures that moved around beneath her feet, her tiny toes red with dirt pulled…
There once was a woman who was a midwife. It could very well begin like this, a story in a book to reveal the wonders of life, the beauty of things beyond our grasp at times, and the proof of higher energies, God, love, faith. You can call it coincidences, but I beg to differ as my belief is that there are no such things. Life has a purpose, we each have a part to play but what we should…
Seeking pleasures in dark rooms with pilfered lights, trombones wielding threads that bind erotic couples in the dim wispy curls of smoke. Desires of drink and virtues lost in the folding of nights into days, thick with beating temples and vacuous heaves…delivering nothing of the night’s pursuits. Gossamer veils reduce the truths of the moment. Childish tantrums get thrown across the rooms at young tender hearts that misunderstand the hurt they’ve caused, yet remain willing to return to the tainted,…
The water lay quietly with a sheer gossamer blanket of silver light bathing its surface. The gentle kiss of the ripples against the sides of the little wooden boat was all that he could hear beyond his breathing. The chill pulled at his denim sleeves, a reminder that all he wore beneath the jacket was a thin white t-shirt, as unprepared as one could be without being naked on this misty November night. His dreadlocks had miniscule drops of dew…
Bob Marley sings “Three little birds, sit by my window, singing sweet songs of melodies pure and true…” He was caught up in a moment. One never hears that song and not envision the early morning sun rising and shedding its rays through a little window. See the 3 little birds chirping away and imagine lying on a bed and watching the morning come alive. It’s a beautiful song with limited lyrics. I have often thought of the simplicity of…