I woke up and couldn't move, yet I can see the living room. I thought I was having one of those episodes where you wake up but you're still in a dream. Haunting figures crept on me, but they weren't horrifying because I realized they were my family. My mother, the natural caregiver that she… Continue reading The Day I turned into a Plant
There's something about rain during the day that gets to me in comparison to when it happens at night. I'm awake to watch the gods in heaven cleanse the earth. The sun is out so I know they are watching as their creations scatter for cover. Me, I dont run. In my mind I want… Continue reading Sun Showers
Mia worked in a hospital where her role was to keep the deteriorating establishment clean of defecating smells. She spent all day swishing a mop side to side on an area she cleaned over a hundred times. The windows were wiped, but they never stayed free of hand prints from the other patients begging to… Continue reading A Special kind of Worker
Photo by Radu Florin on Unsplash Every morning I am drawn to the scent of fresh coffee and hear the flicker of a lighter. As part of my mind catches up with my body, I drag my feet into the kitchen and sit beside her. This morning I had to question her daily routine. "I… Continue reading Coffee and Cigarettes
Lately I have been going outside to do some writing and I witness a horrible moment. A woman found out her spouse was with another woman. The pain of being heartbroken is something I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy, but it's not a pain. A pain is a sense that comes and goes within seconds, but an ache last for hours, days, years, maybe even eternity. I hope the woman feels better and doesn't allow the scars to draw her heart from her sleeve.
Religion and other forms of spirituality inspire majority of my stories. I wrote The Last Tall Building at the beginning of my transformation of becoming a born again Christian.
