The Meeting

Once upon a time, a mere woman -- a mother, alone -- looked out upon the horizon where she saw storm clouds gathering.  They were fierce, black and profoundly threatening.  Where she sat, she could only feel a mild, warm breeze on her skin and hair, while damp tropical air entered her nostrils and lungs. … Continue reading The Meeting

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Forever I am His

Today, I am feeling a stab in my side      the place where the spear entered and released my blood and water,      spilling wine and amniotic fluid into the soil. Each breath brings a renewed sharp edge      like broken glass jabbing into my ribs. Who would have known my "I… Continue reading Forever I am His