It happened again, like many times. The sheer euphoria of being beside her, the moonlight cascading her bare skin. Her angelic face with a peaceful, serene expression. I brush a strand of auburn hair from her face, careful not to wake her. Her smooth, cream-like appearance radiates in the night. I glance at the alarm ...

Everywhere I go,I see destruction. Right or left,Up or down. Righteous or wicked,Free or enslaved. “None of it matters,You don’t matter” Is their motto,In our paradise. Double standard,Is their logic. In our country,Hateful and Jaded. Brainwashed,Deluded. Hypocritical,Prideful. “Surely not,My good sir!” You protest,In defense. Wake up!Wake up! For hate and evil,Exists in all men. Stereotypes ...

What do you see?Upon my lonelyFace streakedWith tears A victim?A believer?DespiteThe pain A survivor?A villain?DespiteTragedy What do you see?When I walkAmong usHumans A hero?A saint?DespiteHorrors Strong?Weak?In sightOf all OpinionsLabelsPinnedUpon me A womanCrying outFellow menLabeled toxic A writerTrying toWrite andBelieve What do you think?Glancing uponA lonely soulIn society Among labelsStereotypesJudgmentRacism Among opinionsDividingOne fromAnother Mental illnessDisabilitiesEasily seenYet ...

Heathcliff is seen as an outsider because he was born in a lower class, while Dracula is seen as an outsider because he was an immigrant.

There is an old cigar shop on the edge of Cedar Hill Park with boarded windows and doors on the side near the crest. The passersby complain about the eyesore, though the house is unsure of how they or it know about the old cigar shop without signage. Inside the house, the people’s furniture and ...

I recently read the memoir, Same Kind of Different as Me (2006) by and Ron Hall and Denver Moore. This book illustrates the different life stories of the two men and how they became friends, even family, and how they were brought together by Ron’s wife, Deborah. The first part of the book talks about each ...

I’m a queen I give birth to nations I fight this world Everyday for the safety of my children I give birth to sons Kings not princes My children were born to rise To live, dream I did not create this world But I live in it Cry in it Watch my children die in ...

The days are blending together into one never-ending day. I cough and the fear chokes me. Are these the end of days? Are these our new days? Living in a Brave New World. A week has past and turned into years. The air is thick with mental breakdowns. Moving along, business as usual with slight ...

We can’t control how COVID-19 will act, but we can control how we react.  Our behavior during the coronavirus crisis matters.  How we deal with each other and our social circles is just as important as how we deal with the virus. Behavior matters. There is a story out there in cyberland about how one ...

Read part one.  Down Wilson Avenue, a thirteen-year-old Belinda sat on the porch with an eleven-year-old Becky. “There won’t be cake, so don’t even think about it,” Belinda spoke in an all-knowing tone. This was her second marriage. Her first husband died by public execution last November, and his older brother, Jeb, took Belinda as ...