Published in the 2014 issue of the Eclectic literary magazine. I’m naked to the waist. God is the just the harlot that I left behind in room 166. This morning she offered breakfast; I wanted no part of it. Last time her grainy grits tasted like anxiety. I left my faith along with yesterday’s clothing… Continue reading deserted.
For many people, a full moon is a symbol of spiritual healing, cleansing, and awakening. Many people believe that you can harness the energy from a full moon and utilize it to increase the positive energy that surrounds you. Others view the energy that is given off by the full moon as negative. Historically, the… Continue reading full moon.
The act of climbing a mountain is often compared to the journey of life. Sure, it’s an overused metaphor, but yesterday as I made the one mile hike to the top of Stone Mountain, I truly understood why this comparison is so often used. When I began my walk, my main goal was making it… Continue reading gotta keep going.
Some things are better left unsaid, but I’ve always been the type to say what’s on my mind. Ever since the day my grandma scolded me, “Speak up or be spoken for.” Yet somehow, I let you speak for me for too long; I let you set the pace; I let you determine the tempo.… Continue reading the truth is _________.