SPARK (4 of 11) I never prayed for that.

Mother sits with me, my head on her lap and my legs curled under me as she strokes my hair. At dawn, my mother’s scream raised me from my bizarre revelations. I notice that a large puddle of blood developed under me and stained my pale legs. “My heart burns.” I cry. I can hardly hear my own…

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Spark (3 of 11) Into the darkness

I stare at the dirt floor with blurry eyes. I  can’t focus. Blood drips from my face. Is it my nose or my mouth? My stomach aches. Burning. Hurting. “Who’s been at you, Diana? I’m not going to ask again.” I try to answer Father, but sharp words catch jagged in my throat. I cough…

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SPARK (Part 2 of 11) “We have to be careful.”

I turn and run away, forcing the thought of Father out of my head. I stop walking as a smell jolts me, making my nose curl. I hate the fields. They reek of human flesh. The priests have too many laws and punishments, and their favorite is death by fire. Men and women burned bloody and black at…

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SPARK (Part 1 of 11) There will be no beatings tonight.

SPARK (DISCLAIMER: Violence, Miscarriage, Torture, Abuse, Cannibalism) An abused girl’s tipping point forces her to seek revenge by telling disgusting lies… He’s drunk. There’s no mistaking the off-beat clap of his worn boots against the dirt floor. Heavy-handed, foulmouthed, and bad-spirited, he’s like all the men in our Turbid Orilon Lake commune. Endlessly vile. Mother…

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Release of Storm of Roses: The Countdown Has Begun

The countdown has begun! Storm of Roses: A Compilation of Poetry and Short Stories will be released this Spring! It has been a long time in coming, but its almost here. Finally! I anticipate it will be ready for distribution by the end of May. In the meantime, if you haven’t already – please pick…

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Candle Love Spell

You will come back to me; my hand is in the magical air You cannot resist your five senses The elements will pull you to me Like rain to the flowers of the earth You will water my desires You are pure, wet, and weak now Fall from the clouds of my candle’s smoke I’ll…

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The Essence of God: A Poem from Storm of Roses

  The Essence of God   The image of God is The uniting of man and woman Why do we call Him “he”? You are masculine and feminine You have a child You are the holy family The Father, the Son Jesus, and the Mother Spirit The Father does not spare us his commands, anger,…

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Holiday Gift: A Pandemic Proof Life

During these troubling times, I feel that we need our loved ones more than ever. This is why it was particularly difficult this past December. What used to be a big, loving fiasco of 30 or so family members turned into a very small pow-wow of just my two brothers and their small families. It…

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Doll: A Poem from Storm of Roses

  Doll   I was thrown Tossed to the side Glass eyes I was used Now I’m lost Among his other dolls In my little dress He could have put me Back on the shelf neatly But I was cast back I’m not even sitting straight With my legs twisted, My arm curled under me,…

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