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The Peace of Laughter

My mother’s laughter is what I remember most about my childhood

Full      engulfing    pure and commanding.

I knew my mother’s laughter could stop thieves from entering our home. 121 more words

Inspirational

S T E L L A R

He scattered specks of glitters

Across her obscured hemisphere.

He hung a crescent illumination-

A sliver of his dawn.

She fell off track of her orbit… 19 more words

Crush

Describe nearly drowning. 

My eleven-year-old lungs were practically conditioned for long periods underwater.

Having been a swimmer since the age of six, I loved water. I was more graceful in a pool than I was on a sidewalk. 429 more words

Poetry/prose

Peace for an 11-year-old

My father must have
asked me to come to church
at least 10 times,
tomorrow
in the morning, when I love to
stretch slow, breathe deep, 316 more words

Poetry/Prose

Keep Writing

the dream is not real

real

realized

erased.

time swings an axe and suddenly

a wound inside a mouth heals to a sacred scar

tongue in box – ironic and defeated… 83 more words

Poetry/Prose

Christianity: A Haiku

Paul’s thorn in his side

is a scraped knee compared to

the hole in my head.

Poetry/prose

The meanest thing anyone has ever said to you 

I think he meant it as a compliment.

The date had been going well; he paid for my Texas Roadhouse meal and nobly held open the door for me. 127 more words

Poetry/prose