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Life and death…

The beauty of death is silence Every version of her, now deceased eulogizes the remnant that remains The beauty of death is silence The slow fading of a heartbeat, slower, softer, weaker, gone. The beauty of death is silence. For when we have died, crucifying the past and resurrecting the truth of who we are […]

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Don’t call him my stepdad….

Many complications have risen from me saying “my daddy” and having to specify… But I could never get behind calling the man who raised me and loved me and sacrificed for me – my stepdad.  Yes, some say a step dad steps in but mine didn’t. He came running to my rescue, running to love […]

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To my lover…

You awaken the depths of my soul and breathe life into my weathered existence. Your lips press against mine and your words spill out of me.  Your eyes lineup with mine and you change my vision of the world, of my past, of myself. You love me so completely and with so much fervor that […]

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Desperate for you….

Sometimes I don’t trust God though I want to. Sometimes I cannot see how in the world where I am can lead to where He told me I would be. Sometimes I have to repent for my unbelief. I get confused, scared and frustrated.

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To the other women…

I’m so sorry that I blamed you for the men that cheated.

I’m sorry that I called out your promiscuity rather than my own fear and insecurity.

I’m sorry that I was just another source of pain for you, that I allowed my own hurt to cut you with my words.

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