The top selections in poetry, flash fiction and artwork for Day 2 of the Sehri Tales challenge; prompt: Rescue
The top selections in poetry, flash fiction and artwork for Day 1 of the Sehri Tales challenge; prompt: Ignite.
How do I tell her, that things often don't work out the way you expect them to, / And that you are, in fact, alone in this
I've lived as her;/ I've known my mother’s plight.
Years later, when I would no longer live in my parents' room and grow to have my own,/ I would disregard all the hours I had spent by the window staring at beetles hiding.
We will chase after stringless kites, Down the road
I heard myself speak today It made me want to Cut out my tongue.
But I bloom like a flower:/ Soft and strong.
rise, rise—now evening dies: sun-born in valleys with burning olive trees—where women like me plod one day at a time,
The top selections in poetry, flash fiction and artwork for Day 2 of the Sehri Tales challenge; prompt: Rescue
The top selections in poetry, flash fiction and artwork for Day 1 of the Sehri Tales challenge; prompt: Ignite.
How do I tell her, that things often don't work out the way you expect them to, / And that you are, in fact, alone in this
I've lived as her;/ I've known my mother’s plight.
Years later, when I would no longer live in my parents' room and grow to have my own,/ I would disregard all the hours I had spent by the window staring at beetles hiding.
We will chase after stringless kites, Down the road
I heard myself speak today It made me want to Cut out my tongue.
But I bloom like a flower:/ Soft and strong.
Autumn transcended Winter– / Crispness in the air fell pale.
rise, rise—now evening dies: sun-born in valleys with burning olive trees—where women like me plod one day at a time,