“If I do but just one worthwhile thingthen may I be named Great Woman? “Must She the Magnificent truly do it all?the conquering,the sweet submission;the mistressing,the legal seduction;the virtuous obeying,the beautiful rebellion;the humility that balances all things human,the goddessing;the never-ageing,the … Continue reading
There could be a sequel…an elaborate improvement on the now.But we’re hiding within that feelingof twisting limbs ’round each otherwhile sipping soothing beverages,of running fingers through braided hair,pretending tomorrow will never come. There could be candid conversationsstarring in A Tense … Continue reading
I don’t believe in writer’s block. I used to. But not anymore. I thought I had it for about 6 years. I would sit down to write and… nothing. I would force something, then crumple it up into nothing. That … Continue reading
The voices of my roots are mellow-sometimes shrillI sense their reverberations in my bones,a call for guidance,whether or notto grow up, up all around me,crawl around my frame,tiptoe across my neck-squeeze.Or to grow deep into the earth,sturdy and confident,grounded by … Continue reading
It’s a funny thing when a struggle endsand you realiseyou’ve forgottenhow not to struggle,how not to be tense and alert,how not to constantly scan horizons for enemies;and-when a good thingis looking you in the eye-how to open your armsand welcome … Continue reading
We’re not adults. We are phantoms of our former child-selves, built up over the years because you are supposed to be good to children, then torn down over time because that’s what you do when they look older. All Rights … Continue reading
If we had acceptedthat peace brings better days,hours populated by tranquility,regrets finally balanced on The Ledger,souls devoid of the desire to endlessly run… If we had knownthat we have nothing to look forward toafter raising hell, conquering, punishingour prayers may … Continue reading
It’s the first dayof the last quarterof the year. The voices of January still tell meto own the stubbornness of my ways,hold my errors up like trophies well-earned,be proud of my ugly,dressing scars up in well-worn laughter,decorating them with care,keeping … Continue reading
Don’t say,“If only someone told me!”as if you’d have listened. For-should your run have been neat, tidy,beating effortlessly on cueyou’d have wished for more adventure,more intrigue with which to adorn your history, yet that intrigue has never been cheap; you … Continue reading
The Amateur's Quill 