Angelic messenger addressing the blessed Mary, aware of the heir she carries in her Womb. There’s no room for whom is proven to be our King. He’ll end dominion of sin and then we’ll sing Of his glory. We’ll orate the story Each year, cheering “It’s here!” but we’re Drifting. Sifting through gifts, not upliftingContinue reading “A Poem for Christmas”
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Merry Christmas!
Zak playing “Mr. Claws”
Dinner Party
No one wanted to attend the soiree, yet curiosity compelled them to make an appearance. Regret gnawed at some of them, but it was too late to back out. Sitting around the room of antique furniture and ornate decor, everyone was uncomfortable; that is, everyone but the host. Vlad seemed very much at ease havingContinue reading “Dinner Party”
Coming Out
I came out of the closet today. I’d been trying to blend in for so long, hanging around with others like me, but still feeling like I stuck out like a sore thumb. I always thought it was obvious–the flashy colors, my style, the way I carried myself. It was just the way I wasContinue reading “Coming Out”
To Follow or Not to Follow…
If someone presented you with a gift, would you say anything? Of course you would. You would say phrases like “Thank you” or “You shouldn’t have” or “I love it!” Writers give the gifts of their words, their stories, poems, expressions of thoughts and emotions. I’m always grateful when someone shows their appreciation for myContinue reading “To Follow or Not to Follow…”
Dia de los Muertos
Born from the earth in el huerto de calabazas, Cucurbita awaits the choosing–la seleccion. She will soon be ready for the children. They will see her and fear her, as they should. “That one,” the dark-haired doctor says, pointing at Cucurbita. “That one will be perfect.” She is not perfect yet. She knows this toContinue reading “Dia de los Muertos”
100 Followers
I wrote my first blog post on July 8th of this year, and I now have more than 100 followers! I don’t know how this growth rate compares with other bloggers, but I am happy with this accomplishment. I try to avoid comparing myself to everyone else, mainly because I am NOT everyone else. IContinue reading “100 Followers”
Storm
Thunder rolled in the distance. He could feel it, though nothing had happened yet. There was always a warning, though sometimes it went unnoticed. Bryce heard the front door slam when his father came home. He knew the type of slam it was–he had heard it many nights before. That’s when he retreated to hisContinue reading “Storm”
Bullied
The sounds of the crowds around me, drowning My thoughts. I ought not to be fraught with Jealousy, indelibly. To hell with me; To hell with them. Endlessly rendering Judgment and grudges, uttering loveless Orgies of words. Gorging on stories that are more or less Lies that are cited as wise. Their eyes always dryContinue reading “Bullied”
Joy and Henry – A “Sweet” Story
“Who’s song is this?” Joy asked as she walked into the kitchen. “M&M’S,” he replied. Joy looked sympathetically at her husband poring over their bills splayed out on the kitchen table. How many are unpaid?” she asked. “Mounds,” he replied. “We really need a payday, bar none.” “That would be a lifesaver,” she said. “WhatContinue reading “Joy and Henry – A “Sweet” Story”
