He is torn from sternum to navel. Staples like a zipper, holding in what belongs until his skin repairs the damage with a scar. The tumors they removed lay lifeless in a pan next to the operating table. Tragic, their size. Even more tragic is the fate they have simply delayed. He is dying from … Continue reading Untitled Psalm
Author: Brianna
The Hours and the Miles
We're in a season of miles that stretch across our hearts. Pulling us together across the wide, wide sky. And we're in a season of hours that don't want to end. Some would take a break, we've got to take the work. You've been gone so long. I know you're tired of the … Continue reading The Hours and the Miles
Shoes
Clumsily she struts around in my shoes, a pair of black high heels that I rarely ware, dug out of the back of my closet. Her smile is wide as she announces that the fashion show has begun. Dragging her feet through the carpet to the mirror, she admires her look, then falls, laughing as … Continue reading Shoes
Of Games and Cinderblock
White washed cinderblock walls climb three stories up. Hanging above us a green glow hovers from the fluorescent light, static and artificial. Nothing good ever came from a tube suspended in mid air. A shiny gym floor squeaks with the sound of rubber soles running back and forth across the boards. It's all so drab. … Continue reading Of Games and Cinderblock
All is Fair in [human] Love and War
It happened in a school. A school not unlike the one just a few miles up the street from me; a place where children are suppose to be safe and learn something that will benefit our world. But the wide-eyed, bright futures are sitting ducks, and their young lives are gone at the sound of … Continue reading All is Fair in [human] Love and War
Two Precious Stones 