In the beginning when god created the heavens and earth

He created the living things which walk this earth

But what if each creature was molded like clay

The creatures of the deep, before taking their plunge into the kiln of the ocean,

Were created to perfection by his hands

Like clay of a sculpture,

He places the moldable mass in front of him

And lets instinct guide him

He gave them fins for ...

The birds crow a weeping melody

Trees clean of leaves

The air filled with a smoky stream

Somewhere a fire burns

One fairly close to me

The smoky scent fills my nose

And burns my throat

Making me feel a pressure in my lungs

I feel bad for the life here that grows

Because these dry trees and rotten leaves will only promote

The raging fire that has sprung

I can walk away

Let the burn fade

from m...

Early one morning

The fog surrounds me

A hazy veil

Like a cool cloth laying over the hard ground

The air is soft and wet

The fog blurs the normal scenery

If the fog can hide what is there

How do we know it still is there?

Do we assume it has not moved?

Perhaps we move gently through the fog

Letting it caress our skin

Perhaps we feel for those objects

Which should be there

Or maybe

Fog tells us s...

The last time I cried, I had fallen on concrete and scraped my leg. The tears pricked my eyes and embarrassment knawed on my heart. My grandfather made his way over to me and lifted my chin. I expected comfort and tenderness. I wanted comfort and stability. But I got disappointment and rage. My grandfather lifted my chin, looked me in the eye and told me as a young boy and asked me if I want to be...

Sugar

My papaw always hoarded three musketeer bars

The silver packaging glinting in his dresser

The way his eyes sparkled when he saw us

I have always had an insatiable hunger for candy

The sugar 

a poison I can’t get enough of

How my papaw would pick me up

Swing me around, my giggles crackling in the air

_Give papaw some sugar_

I would plant a kiss on his cheek between fits of laughter

If he had...

Chapter 1- Once Upon A Time

“I need a red velvet pastry from the back!” my mother shouts to me. I toss my hands together, trying to shake off some of the excess flour that has crusted up as I was working. I quickly shuffle over to the sink and wash away the rest. Even in the back of the shop, I can hear the soft sounds of people speaking from the counter. I can make out the timbre of my mother's ...