As Long As Birds Still Sing

We Still Have Hope When the guineas came through my yard, they sounded like they were laughing or holding some kind of conversation I wasn’t invited to be a part of. It’s fine. None of my business what they were going on about. Sky might’ve been falling or something. Who cares? It’s fallen before. At…

The Solitary Person

I’m Okay, I Promise Some of us exist inside ourselves, and although we love those we love fiercely and without the reserve we save for the rest of the universe, we don’t always reach out to them in normal lines of communication because we are complete within ourselves. It’s not that we don’t need anyone…

Dumbing Myself Down

My Response to Being Slightly Bullied I don’t remember a time after 8th grade until recently when I showed my true self to the world, and that was decades ago. Eighth grade is when it all got too big for me, and I needed to make a move or crumble beneath the weight of negative…

Gratitude and Frogs

I Saved a Life Today More specifically, I saved a frog’s life today. You’d think he would’ve been a little bit more grateful, but he just sat there and stared at me for the longest time. I mean, it could’ve been because it took me so long, but in my defense, I thought he’d already…

Unwrinkled Lives

Is That Even A Thing? I’m beginning to believe some people are charmed and live unwrinkled lives. Not like me. My life is real wrinkled up and I’m sure anybody who’s looking can tell that. I don’t mean my skin. It’s not too bad given my years on this earth. What I’m talking about goes…

Flies and Fishhooks

Photo by Stefan Cosma on Unsplash For some reason, the flies are unbearable this year, and I think it’s because the pipe running into the sewer has a leak, and human waste is trickling onto the ground in the backyard. I feel like a little kid from a third world country, swatting at flies that are too lazy…

Reasons for Writing

Even though I’m not getting paid I was about seven years old when I started writing. Poems were floating around in my head, and one day I realized that I could put them on paper. For a long time, all I wrote was poetry and song lyrics. I have storage boxes level full of work…

I Want to Bury My Head In Cookie Dough

Not a Roll of Cookie Dough, but One of Those Tubs. Or Eat Five Gallons of Chocolate Ice Cream with a Package of Oreos–No, Girl Scout Cookies! I want Thin Mints, and I want them fresh out of the freezer! Are you wondering why I want a tub of cookie dough, or something else sinfully…