No Independence on Independence Day
For as long as I can remember, the Indigenous people of the United States have complained about the lies and hypocrisy surrounding what most of us know as “Columbus Day”. Since then, many states have caught on and now rightfully celebrate “Indigenous Peoples Day” instead. I don’t profess to know what Native people have gone…
Read MoreRobb Elementary School in Uvalde Texas
Babies’ bodies blasted to bits Politicians nursing the breast of Gun Gods Young bodies hide, cry, and scream Leaders dance in the land of milk Empty prayers Honey, blood money Smell Sacrilege, Taste Hypocrisy Parent’s worst nightmare, fires the life out of life Children ordered to grave before a chance to live So sweet, the…
Read MoreSuch a Pitiful Pebble Pushed (A Poem from Storm of Roses)
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Read MoreHoneysuckle and Berries (A Poem from Storm of Roses)
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Read MoreOde to Satan: The God of This Age (A Poem from Storm of Roses)
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Read MoreSpark (11 of 11) Is this what peace feels like?
When my daughter is placed in my arms, my mouth falls open and I squeal. It feels good to have my husband, Richard, at my side and our daughter in my arms. I never regret my past, what I did. I embraced my time for revenge and lied with a confident heart. Yet God found…
Read MoreSpark (10 of 11) Everyone will burn to their death. By fire or by sorrow…
Richard and I return to our work tending the water cows. The church takes a little of the money my father had. Father’s debtors are too afraid to acknowledge any relationship with him, so we are permitted to keep the rest. Everything else we had didn’t mean anything. I scan our small cottage: flimsy cots,…
Read MoreSpark (9 of 11) Slowly over the fire until his bones crack and pop as the marrow drips onto the flames…
Clad in a short black robe that falls to the tops of his knees, one of the executioners, Mr. Tackie, strips Father naked and dry-shaves him. Says it makes discovering the Devil’s mark less tedious. When not torturing and executing people, Mr. Tackie fixes boots and shoes next door to the blacksmith. The weight of…
Read MoreSpark (8 of 11) Something sparked in you, Diana….
Something sparked in you, Diana. You’re letting it change you. Take you over,” Mother said. I shake my head. My lips narrow, and the corners of my mouth turn downward. Dulcitius of Marburg sent his servants to notify the commune that we are to meet in the courtyard in the morning. We all will be…
Read MoreSpark (7 of 11) “…worships the Devil every night.”
It’s the strangest thing not to be able to speak with Richard. He was caught hanging around my cottage waiting for a chance to sneak in and see me. This is why Father and Mr. Kempe believe I have been with Richard to make my baby. I could hear Richard limping outside. Richard swore to them that…
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