John 4: 46-53 Once more he visited Cana in Galilee, where he had turned the water into wine. And there was a certain royal official whose son lay sick at Capernaum. 47 When this man heard that Jesus had arrived in Galilee from Judea, he went to him and begged him to come and heal his son, who was... Continue Reading →
The morrow has come. May love between races surge. Let's heal our nation. Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge. The prompts are Morrow and Surge.
I am stronger now! No longer feeling like glass. My mind will not break! Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #309: break and glass.
I watched as the reflections changed And wondrous, beautiful colors appeared. Oh, the power of the kaleidoscope, For my immense sadness it cleared. Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt from Sammiscribbles: Kaleidoscope in 23 words exactly.
A story written for Tale Weaver #240 from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie prompt: Wading. Includes the September 2019 Writing Prompt from Putting My Feet in the Dirt: Orbiting Halos. Frances had come to the Caribbean alone, still reeling from the sudden death of her best friend, Maya, who was supposed to share this island adventure with her.... Continue Reading →
Rainbows in the sky Remind me this, too,will pass. My soul starts to heal. Written for Heeding Haiku with Cheverfeuille from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie: Rainbow.
In elementary school, our teacher, Mrs. Geraldine Hawkins, introduced us to the poetry of Langston Hughes, James Weldon Johnson, and other black poets. The poems made us laugh, cry, reflect, and reminded us that we were identical to whites, all of us Americans. We were required to learn each poem line by line, reciting them... Continue Reading →
When the screaming reached a crescendo, I wondered, “what are we doing at the church?” I had long ago stopped asking, “What can I do to help the church heal?” It was painful to stay at the church. They hadn’t been able to agree on a pastor in years. Each person in leadership was fighting... Continue Reading →
I was so mad at my Ex-wife. I had suffered spousal abuse from her and had come out of it feeling worthless. She had been so controlling that I lost all confidence in myself. It took me years to recover from the last years of out marriage. When I heard that she was saying that... Continue Reading →
Why do we ignore warnings? Someone I know loves to ride bicycles. He met a lady who loved riding them so much that she had ridden around the world. She was a widow whose husband and his parents had died tragically. Soon, despite never meeting anyone who had known her a long time, He married... Continue Reading →