Life as I know it has changed whilst I looked the other way. No longer driven to save or conquer, all I can do right now is breathe. I breathe in, I breathe out. No longer a simple movement but a clutch on life. My cells are tingling, alive and called to attention. A flowing roll call that reveals that …
Molecular Dysfunction & Discombobulating Levels of “What the Fark”
There is no kick in the start. No juice in the blender. The molecular organization is scrambling and I’m laying face down in the dust, or carpet or whatever.
A Fractured Memory – Fake a Kidnapping Betray a Love
Does ominous hang in the air? The poets say yes, but to me, it was the heaviness of a tropical summer. A hot day thick with the smell of dust from the road.
Heartrending, Soul Retching, Exquisite Agony from Forbidden Loving & Loss
I cannot speak. Loss renders my words ineffective. I cannot do what’s expected And pretend. I must surrender to soul-retching agony
Poverty: A Matter of Inconvenience for Folks Who Have More Important Things to Think About
I woke up as if from a dream when she spat that poverty was a matter of inconvenience, in an email of high importance, of course.