Author Sam
If I were in a movie, the man’s hand in which I hold would not be seen as a spectacle. If I were in the movie of my mind, the yellow tint of my skin, the slant of my eyes,… Continue Reading →
You did that for her?Her words, soft and sweet, play in my mind,constantly on rewind.Oh she is just too forgiving ofmy fatal flaws,that like my lies,stack up just like hay straws. Even though everything was such a blur,I reluctantly go… Continue Reading →
“My dad is going to ground me for life!” I exclaim. I sit on the couch in my living room, tucked underneath a soft beige blanket. My legs are furiously shaking up and down as if I drank two shots… Continue Reading →
I sat beneath the Storytelling Treeunderneath a black blanket of sky. Four months afterpain,loss, distrust, and heartbreak, I finally allow myself to look up at the stars. Within this dark ominous covering, I notice that the saffron and white dots are like pieces of love and art. Wondering, dreaming, and… Continue Reading →
“Do what you have to do,” my mom exclaims! The radiant chili pepper lights hang around the yellow painted living room as the pumpkin spice candle fills the house with a subtle, but sweet, smell. Just two minutes away downtown,… Continue Reading →
What Was Not Said “I can’t believe she told me that!” I stood in bitter silence as I watched the rapport crumble into broken pieces of love, support, understanding, and trust that slipped through my cupped hands like glassy sand…. Continue Reading →
At one time, there was a defiant little girl, standing in front of the bull, like this… with her chin held high and her hands firm against her miniature hips. Her metallic hair fluttered behind her as she kept her… Continue Reading →