Even the greyest of days have their charms. But today, in this warm winter’s respite, as I hold your hand, and our feet trample the fallen leaves, and our words commingle and echo under the blue dome sky – as if to you I’m bequeathing life and wisdom – there’s none more perfect than this.
What a fortuitous time it was for a blackout. I was about nine, and it was my first Christmas and only a few months deep with my foster family. Decent, staunchly religious people. Except for the older kids, who hid their depravity but not their inveigling influence under freshly starched and ironed Sunday clothes. WhoContinue reading
And should my Father In his unquestioned wisdom instruct me To a Marauding heat To make Red the oceans according to his will Oh but for the Courage to deny Him To be as Gentle as the caressing Jasmine scented zephyrs of spring. Oh… For love and compassion To Be my religion To be asContinue reading “Apostates”
Limbs heavy with the pangs of yearning, I lived in a quandary of lust. Addled and sleep induced, I descended the bowels of night, to rest the weight of this life, to find soothing words and hymns, to see behind your garments – no, the veils of which from me you hide your soul. ForContinue reading “:.”
Struck down by a mortal blow, and writhing in pain, he begged for a swift death from her merciful hands. A giant felled by a vicious sword. She happened upon him. He tots loudly his evils, the wrongs meted out to those she had loved, their lives snuffed out by the cruel winds wrought fromContinue reading “Arya: A Retelling”