At the Rodin Museum, Paris, May 27, 2023 Sometimes, I get so busy that I forget to pause and reflect on what really matters. I somehow came to believe that I needed to be doing something all the time. But I learned through sickness that the work will still be there when I return, So,... Continue Reading →
When the temperature can no longer be predicted, And the seasons are indistinguishable from each other, We have a huge problem that can’t be ignored forever, One that we can’t leave for our young sisters and brothers. Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt from Sammiscribbles: Temperature in 37 words. My city had a high of... Continue Reading →
Life can change quickly. In the time to wink the eye, Difficulties cease. Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt #344 for Sammiscribbles: Wink in 13 words exactly.
In the Tuileries Garden in Paris, France, May 2023 In the darkness of my depression, I yearn to fly through the air and be at rest. Dissociating from my sense of identity, A seeker, I am running toward God in a quest. Broken and unable to find a calm place in my mind, Thoughts that... Continue Reading →
At the Rodin Museum in Paris, France, May 2023 Please whisper words of love to me. Let my soul be revived. Tell me you’ll always be there, And joy supreme will be realized. Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt #333 from Sammiscribbles: Whisper in 24 words.
James had a peculiar feeling to venture outside. But he had so much work to do! Yet, he would find no peace until he obeyed. As he walked toward the beauty of the lake, his body relaxed anew, and his muscles unknotted. He realized that being in nature was germane to his good health, physical... Continue Reading →
Do not be afraid, little angel girl, To always be the best you can be. Never let anyone put you down, For you are smart, kind, and lovely. One day, you will lead this nation To live up to the words of its creeds. Your intelligence and joyful heart Are exactly what this world needs.... Continue Reading →
Bench by the Road, a memorial to Tony Morrison, in Sullivan Island, Hilton Head, South Carolina, an entry point for enslaved people. Oppression abounds! No impartiality. Sexism, racism, ableism, ageism, classism, and heterosexism. Where is the love? Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt #325: Impartiality in 15 words, from Sammiscribbles.
The Chocolate Story Museum in Gaia, outside of Porto, Portugal, in the World of Wine complex I will not quibble with you over my fervent belief That my beloved chocolate in all its forms is a true panacea. I swear that when my days have deteriorated to insanity, Chocolate kisses are a talisman bringing sanity... Continue Reading →
I lied to save myself from the consequences of my actions, But my mother seemed to have eyes and ears all over the community. Just when I thought that I was safe and had outsmarted the old gal, She found me and advised me that I would not get away with impunity. Â I could... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 