I write because I read. I read because I write.
Our tongues are dancing muscles sprinkled with the magic dust of languages, as if before birth we're treated on a buffet of diverse dialects and accents where we select how our mouths will circle and arch to utter each twisted word's lyrical march, but pause and place your vein-hand in the middle of your breasts,… Continue reading postal code stamps
can an empty plate be a gift to the young mouths and empty stomachs waiting for elusive food? can a broken doll's remaining head pacify an orphan after a destructive bomb snatched her parents? can an old, tattered blanket warm up a homeless sleeping naked under the frozen rain? can my hands and yours, can my… Continue reading One Heart at a Time
I am just reading an empowering post about Space and Grace when its lovely author Bikurgirl asked me to share my thoughts... then I read my dear friend Mel is also asking for space and grace's meaning. Coincidentally, The Script’s It’s Not Right For You started playing on my ears and the lyrics that tugged my heart goes like this: “It's… Continue reading Clothed in Space and Grace
No one wanted to go down, so I volunteered. I’ve been here for three days only but I now know why my friends begged me to think twice. I have helped random people thrice. I never got a “thank you” even once. I helped an old man cross the street, he stared at my face… Continue reading The Fallen
My Light: A Bergerette* it takes leap of faith, and some creeping wraith, to write. It takes great valor, and candid candor, to fight writer's agony so let your words, be my light. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Unsplash NOTE: My WP friends, please let us all be kind enough to comment back to… Continue reading My Light (A Poem and An Important Note)
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