Heaven for me at times is being surrounded by books. The knowledge contained in them is not power, but empowerment. In school, I was never popular; always too shy to be out there making friends and memories. The most daring thing I did in those days was go into D.C. one night. There was a …
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Day Two of Gratitude:My Greatest Teachers
Each day that I go to school, I prepare myself for my students. Prepare to teach them and guide them where they need to be. And each day, they teach me something. One of my students, Sofie, left her abusive boyfriend, is now sleeping on her parent's sofa with her daughter. She didn't wait for …
Day One of Gratitude: Sisterhood
It's Friday night with the girls.. our heels are off, if we even had them on in the first place. Sonja is dressed to clean. I love her country cow sweatshirt and crochet bandana, no matter what she wears she is always herself and always beautiful. Everyone else is in their comfy clothes. No men, …
All gone
My hands graze my breasts, feeling the marks left by the fire’s embrace, remembering passions forbidden by society’s glare, a word, a kiss and lovers reunited for a moment, always gone too soon, always gone too soon… <> In daylight we must part or When the chime strikes the appointed hour, Forever in tangled souls …
Dear Momma
Dear Momma, It may seem strange to write a blog post to you, but I think that after everything we have been through it is time to say some things in a more public way. You are mother, but more than that you are my friend. You encourage me and show me what it is …
Lost
Life lost before it breathed its first, hope leaking from a broken heart mended, stitched together with time and determination. But rushed, rushed to heal, rushed to freedom. <> Still with a word, one sweet word, on the verge tearing once more, breaking in the spaces in between, between words and infrequent kisses, promises on …
Light Some Candles & Raise Your Glass…
The fall wind blows through the trees no matter where I am to remind me that today is Halloween, today is a day to remember the dead. The beloved dead, our ancestors and friends who have walked before us into the unknown. For Catholics, soon will come the celebration for the faithful departed. Many will …
Dreams
I dream, I die.. I dream, I live, My dreams wash down with a word, I dream, I die...I dream, I live.. My dreams are the phoenix, Rising continuously from the ashes... Bright and beautiful I am reborn, Only to be free for a moment, Hoping for a time when my dreams don't include you. …
Growing
The growing mound is now empty of life . The Spark has died. No weeping or wailing, No beating of breasts, No rituals of mourning mandated, Or expected. Just the cleansing of flesh. And the promise that time moves on.
Smiles and winks
Smiles and winks, Lust and desire mingle, Sometimes bearing a child, called love...
Lucinda Rose 