I come from mountain Folks Hillbilly trash you might say Who bore winters colder than your stare Built lives on mountain sides In cracks and crevices worked the land Bringing life from stone Whose bodies may have broken But their spirits never died So they got up again And again Three times grandma’s back broke …
Tag: loss
Flying Free
They thought your trips and stumbles were the sign, the end was near, and whispered as you walked that the angel of Death had given you a fright. No one saw how the angels held your arm and let you stand, Walking straight and true with dignity and grace. Or how they whisper that everyone …
Expressing Gratitude
Expressing Gratitude. The day that I interviewed for my first teaching job, I meet a red haired goddess who welcomed me to the school as if I already had the job. She probably had some inside information, but still I remember thinking after talking to her that I wanted this job more than anything in …
Walking into History
Upon a gilded balcony, history along with a couple of jokes was made. Jorge became Francis and the world was given another reason to hope. A good and humble, he thinks more of the poor than himself and now is pope. He choose to walk a simple path , may God's grace shine down, As …
Day follows Day
Day follows day Night becomes An endless series Of tosses And love untended Still grows Among the weeds and trash Forgotten but not In the heart that held it close Always There Always there.
Dust to Dust – A Principle of Love
Lust fades - said Pops But Love is constant yet mutable It changes as it grows ~ each year Blooming more beautifully than the last Until this mortal realm returns it to the dust To fuel and fertilize another flower
Working Away
The challenges of finishing Blood Child, a horror novella, have been adding up over the last week as my writing sessions have become less and less productive. Still, I am not giving up and will un-bury the ending. It is in my mind I can see it, but the words are slow in coming. So …
Arming Ms. Apple
Of all the things that could be done to education, the worst would be the arming of American school teachers. Seriously, it would be disastrous...Countless teachers would quit or retire in order to avoid having to carry gun in a school or work around them. Many more would never entered the profession. Teachers are under-fire …
Day 4 of Gratitude: Poetry & Art
Today, I am honored to present the work of Marshall J. Stephens, friend and writer. I am grateful for both his friendship and the talent with which he weaves his words. Enjoy friends and readers. Grumble These are the days when we say We could have done so much more The lean days, the poor …
Gratitude Day 1 – Life
There have been a lot of complaints sliding past my lips these last couple of weeks. It has been draining and emotionally, I feel like I have been run through the ringer. Looking over my previous words, I know they reflect a flaw in my own thinking. No one has run me through anything, but …
Lucinda Rose 