Creative Writing

A draping canopy, but the rain still pierces where the leaves break. She sits comforted in a timber embrace.

I'd like to think that I'll be okay. That the rain will stop someday. The pain will simply leave. My mind can just be at ease.   I'd like to think that I'll be okay. Or that is what I used to say. At ages 9, 13, 17, and 21 when my brain would go up in flames. As the…

Friends, friends, friends! I am someone because I am my friends! I know myself even though I sound quite scattered. (Please remind me, who am I?) God, I just feel so lost! But, inside, I can tell what I am. I just need to sort through these damn lives!

Banana bread and barbeque salads be damned, nothing in the city could save me from the rain. The rain washed me and the home I built in Memphis away.

 “Hey Darlin’” sends warmth down my spine. I am home and feel loved by the stranger who did not make eye contact with me as they greeted me. Grease thickens the air. 

Personal

 “Hey Darlin’” sends warmth down my spine. I am home and feel loved by the stranger who did not make eye contact with me as they greeted me. Grease thickens the air.  *** The air outside is stiff, muggy, and angry. This environment should welcome no one. Yet, the cicada’s song, sticky southern summer heat, and bright yellow sun invite…

The coffee spilled down the car's jet black exterior. The small girl had left the coffee cup resting on top of the car's trunk. I waited inside the coffee shop for the wrath from hell. 

(Drawn to the path) I walked through the fields of sunflowers. I am within myself-enamored- By the warmth which the golden petals empower.

Culture and Cuisine

The landscape is a myriad of colors. While deep greens engross most of the city, deep warm hues of reds, oranges, yellows, pinks, and even lila (purple) appear through the leafy canopies.