Hair unbound is the free spirit of wild horses, the mysterious shape of wind-waved prairie grass. I dangle hair over my infant to hear delightful peals of laughter emanating from the nose wiggling underneath. I enjoy the warmth of a friend braiding the strands; the tenderness of a child clutching and silking tresses; the stir…Read more »
You, a Vision of Revival
Published first at joyofit.org “Yet hope lingers in our resolution tradition. Failed-resolution jokes aside, the tradition endures. Resetting the calendar symbolizes our potential to reset. Sometimes a successful woman turns back the clock. Inspiring people sustain the motivation to abandon useless habits. Renewed health brings a youthful glow. Courageous ones face the risks of calling,…Read more »
The Lake of Timelessness
I depart to the lake. Enclosed upon the secret Lake of Timelessness a fog rests above the motionless waters, a fog steady with the airs of permanence. The lake is ridged with mountains and pines, a firm and living stone cup, protective to the point of still waters, broken vessel though it is at the…Read more »
Is life delicate? Or is life resilient?
Is life delicate? Or is life resilient? I am no master of this paradox, life. Our life is but a breath, a chaff, a breeze. Grass growing thick and velvety one day, only to crumble and disintegrate at season’s end. Yet life persists on, carries on, heals, grows, adapts, survives. Who can account for the…Read more »
My Fault
I am awestruck by romanticism. The earth, powers, and governments empathize with my personal dramas. Grand newsworthy events reflect the storyline of my private life. Romantic devices are meant as literary tools for any given writer, not for my own tiny reality. I know it’s not about me. Yet Almighty moves in the magnitude of…Read more »
The Heartbreak of the Robin Eggs
Somewhere in the plains stands your basic neighborhood two story house. A wooden porch extends off the back. A vegetable garden here, a willow there in the corner where it floods now and again. There are baby rabbits, sometimes, in burrows beneath the trees. In spring, robins make their nest under the floor boards of…Read more »
My Awkward Neck Injury [a college crush story]
In college there is this guy, an -Academic, Popular, Letter-Jacket Type- (APL-JT). Crushes usually have a code name, so I will stick with the theme and call him Applejet for short. We have much in common, or at least I think so, having both started in pre-med coursework. I am extremely multidisciplinary though. I lack…Read more »
Writing in Dust [Appearing first on Joy of It]
It is a true honor to be featured on the Joy of It blog. Read on for an excerpt of the latest post. A scene of tension is set.* A woman is publicly exposed. An aggressive mob gathers, challenge in their narrowed eyes and tensed shoulders. They approach the influential leader, the winner of many…Read more »
Window Seat [Appearing First on Joy of It]
I am honored to participate in the Joy of It blog with my entry, The Window Seat, February 12, 2018. Smiling and giggling, the boy thrashes out of my hug like a lake trout; heedlessly springing over the circle of my arms like a robust gazelle calf to escape. It is a game, but truly he…Read more »
Prayer like Stone
Prayer, a fatigued word. Draped with those wet blankets of ideas like feebleness, inaction and apathy. Prayer in 2017 brought a particularly tiresome reputation. Tragedy after tragedy, our overwhelming feeling of powerlessness rising, faithful and faithless alike knowing not where to turn but prayer alone. In response to the charge, I reflect that I’d pray…Read more »