Wine Stained Dreams

I found Merlot in the liquor cabinet For another night of doubt Empty glasses filled with Wine-stained fantasies Laying on my bed Reaching out to the empty space Imagining someone else's face They never had names But they were dancing in my dreams I'd wake up the next day With my head throbbing And guilt … Continue reading Wine Stained Dreams

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Pieces of Peace: When I was 4-Years-Old I Asked If God Was Dead

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My parents told me a story when I was four I came home asking “Is God Dead?” and they didn’t know how to answer it. According to my pre-school teacher, she remembers me as the little girl who’d ask “Where’s God” during Bible study time. Take note I was not in a Catholic school, but … Continue reading Pieces of Peace: When I was 4-Years-Old I Asked If God Was Dead

Pieces of Peace: For Every Person I’ve Been With

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I was thirteen-years-old when I had my first kiss.  It was wet. I didn't understand what was happening. Was it supposed to feel this way? I've watched enough teen sitcoms and romantic comedies to know how a kiss should look like. Assuming it felt as great as having a killer soundtrack while you're making out. … Continue reading Pieces of Peace: For Every Person I’ve Been With