In her song, Love Rain, Jill Scott sang, “You broke me, but I’m healing.” The first time that I heard this song I fell in love with it. “Love rain down on me,” Jilly from Philly would wail and my soul shivered a bit. Yet, I was vigilant in carrying my umbrella because...

Healing

Prompt: The Healing Time by Pesha Joyce Gertler In her song, Love Rain, Jill Scott sang, “You broke me, but I’m healing.” The first time that I heard this song I fell in love with it. “Love rain down on me,” Jilly from Philly would wail and my soul shivered a bit....

Aymara

“Hola Senor. Eres tu Aymara?” “Yes, I am the Wise Man.” “Ah, tú hables ingles.” “Yes, I do. What troubles you?” “Well, I…I can…uh, what is the story behind the branch in your head?” The Wise Man...

Rell

Rell was so used to peering down tunnels. His vision defined and constrained, yet focused and unwavering. He gauged the winds, timed the many protectors between him and his target. Some of these protectors were solid barriers that came to rest; whereas, others were...

Shade

Where is my shade going? I visited this mighty and venerable tree for a spell. I’ve since settled under its leafy tapestry. My back against the trunk, my core getting much needed rest. My body bathed in beams of light and blessed with pin pricks of Vitamin D. Where...

The Morning

The Indomitable RBG is gone! Tears fall, pandemonium ensues. Hypocrisy quickly followed behind. A mighty domino has fallen. I wonder how many other dominos will tumble in its path. My body aches a bit. My wig is a bit disheveled.

The Mo(u)rning

Prompt: When Great Trees Fall by Maya Angelou The Indomitable RBG is gone! Tears fall, pandemonium ensues. Hypocrisy quickly followed behind. A mighty domino has fallen. I wonder how many other dominos will tumble in its path. My body aches a bit. My wig is a bit...

Resting and Witnessing

Where is my shade going? I visited this mighty and venerable tree for a spell. I’ve since settled under its leafy tapestry. My back against the trunk, my core getting much needed rest. My body bathed in beams of light and blessed with pin pricks of Vitamin D. Where...

Pick Me

Wither, wonder, who will be scooped and placed on the altar? Gene certainly is not worthy. What with all of the dirt, holes, and darkened spots covering his frame. He is unworthy, we’ve decided. Patti seems a logical choice. Pretty, attractive, and a stunning shade of...