It stings

I once had a splinter of wood deep in the tip of my thumb. I thought it healed. But pain continued where the conniving shard had been. Red, tender flesh pushed up like play-dough pressed through a hole in a toy. This wart-looking-thing festered bled and hurt so bad, I sought a doctor. The doctor... Continue Reading →

Every Morning

He struts, raises his decorated neck making himself a little taller, and trumpets his proud shout. And before he’s crowed not three times - just once- I’ve already denied What I once announced with pride. The dawn of my failing faith belongs to the birds. They raise a mocking chorus. Whistles and tweets, chirps and... Continue Reading →

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