beauty, excerpt from a scene, heart and soul, hope

Birdsong

Birdsong breaks silence, an ode to Hope. Blossoms adorn the gnarled branches of a Cherry tree: sugar pink, fleeting. Lily of the Valley breaks humble ground, pure and white, crushed by careless footsteps and coveted by tiny hands, a bespoke bouquet. Beauty so tender, her heart aches.

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brave, excerpt from a scene, inspiration, strong women, writing

“Listen, Child. Remember who we are: daughters of strong limbed women with imperfect hearts, makers and givers of life. Suffering to our dreams. Forming circles of comfort, sweet tea and honey. We cooked because we had to. Who else fed the children? Believers on a crooked path to a better life- a place where every […]

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excerpt from a scene, strong women

Tail Lights

I watched him leave, the tail lights of his Coupe de Ville, slipping over the hill. It was here, at the base of an asphalt drive, I learned a truth. If you must leave: a place, a person, somewhere or someone you have attached memories, leave fast. Never look back. ~ Anna

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dialogue, excerpt from a scene, say it, writing

You asked if I remembered. I said, “Not sure.” The truth? I never forgot. How to forget the moment I stood on the edge of reason: to leave, to stay. Your smile lit the world. Wherever you are, I hope the sun is shining. When winter calls, pause and recall my loving arms, wrapped ’round […]

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drafts, excerpt from a scene

You won’t remember. Snow fell in December, flakes as fragile as love. A poet wept. Time stood still. The world was beautiful and I felt special, knowing I’m not. Yes, beauty is deceptive. Winter turned to spring. I learned the language of loss and how much I miss a snowflake. ~ A draft 3

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dream a little dream, excerpt from a scene, fiction, writing

On Winter’s eve, especially one so cold, Roy is witness to unquestionable beauty. Even the branches glitter. He looks up. The moon hangs, swollen and ripe, perfectly placed within an inky sky. This must be Heaven. His mother’s words flit back and forth, “Moonrise, Blue Moon.” She wears an apron, hand stitched and patterned from […]

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