~ and some days this is how I find the inspiration to write. Black coffee and Peggy Lee, hon.
Photo Credit: unsplashed- Danielle Dobson Dawn stirs With a trust so gentle Her skirt, a whispered rustle Her presence, like an old friend To edge me back to morning New rain softens the window pane A drop fell on the Cherry tree Sent to kiss the earth And blur the memory of a dream I had lingered too long, within
Darling, When they question your worth Take a breath. A sisterhood of women stand with you. You’re a Queen. The daughter of painters and writers Worn mothers, posh aunts Star crossed lovers Saints and sinners Warriors with roses Rebels, all. Stitched by the hand of a missionary’s grace Her tapestry forged with iron and lace Fragile yet strong Our thread … Read More
Her fingers brushed a stray lock of hair and tucked it behind my ear. She said, “Pink is a pretty colour, Lass.” A simple gesture yet profoundly intimate. I’d forgotten. It’s been so long since I felt my mother’s touch. ~ The Stranger
You are not his holler back girl The next time he opens his front door and shouts, ‘Hey Girl’ And tries to claim you with his swag Keep walking Show him what respect looks like Make him learn your name Do not hand over the pieces of your heart and soul to anyone who does not understand: You are worth more … Read More
Paper Dolls Chapter 23 Draft 5 1965 Summertime. From somewhere down the street, the drone of a lawn mower’s engine was overheard. A dog barked and played an early morning game of fetch. Birdsong filled the air. Behind the sturdy beams that wrapped the walls of the Jacksons’ tidy house on 13th Street, two children patiently waited for their father. A small-sized travel … Read More