Your face the familiar face that erased everything I know "Does a man named Chuck get his coffee here?" I asked the Barista across the counter as she handed me my change and I threw it in her tip jar. "Yes." She said, her face suddenly sullen. I recognized her expression as that of [...]
Rear-View Mirror by Emma Bush 2011 My past is right behind me I can feel its breath on my neck I can’t run forever my legs are tired I’m out of breath. So afraid of what would happen should I stop and face it, I keep running, keep running hoping time will erase it. I've [...]
Uprooting the weed of self loathing.
Home. Your roots, your foundation. No matter the wind that batters, nor the storms that have shaken, nothing, not even time, from your memory and heart, can it be taken. I think of myself as a garden. I think of all of us as gardens. We are born to caretakers and gardeners that we are [...]
I need to flip my script.
"There are some things I can't say out loud, but I can write anything."