Hope In Madness_I Hear You Knocking_Misdirected_Cry, My Beloved Country
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Hope In Madness
(This piece contains sensitive material that may be triggering to some readers. Readers discrestion is advised) My social media feed has been clogged with horrible images of hurricanes and wildfires for the past week. More devastating, senseless shootings are taking place in public venues and even elementary schools. My stomach churns with the thought of my nine-year-old daughter, Brenna, having to grow up in a world full of such madness. As a kid in the early nineties, I never worried much about the school bully once I got home to safety. Within those four walls, those mean kids on the playgr...
I Hear You Knocking
“Opportunity knocked. She was too busy changing diapers, sweeping crap off the floor, chasing children, dogs, useless men.She heard the banging but was just too exhausted to answer.”Anonymous. “Opportunity knocked.She opened the door and said, “Go away, I’m too busy.”Essie Coleman.“Opportunity knocked.She held her nose, opened the door and said “You stink!”B.J. Smith IN THE BEGINNINGFear caressed Ginny's slowly beating heart. It’s icy fingers twined and curled, slowly spreading a numbing poison that left her in a near state of paralysis. She had a few tricks up her sleeve to deal with this ene...
Misdirected
“You have to protect me okay. It’s not ideal to go for a run when it’s almost dark.” My little border collie Max just gave me a low bark, so I took that as a yes. I jumped out of the car and started down the gravel path. I plugged in my headphones to listen twww.onedoor.cco some hyper pop. It’s the only music that can keep me from taking too many breaks. I press the volume button up and up until I couldn’t hear Max panting. I looked down at my laces to make sure they were tied, then start on my run. Max usually takes the lead but it helps me test my limits. It seems he never gets tired. Max has this whole...
Cry, My Beloved Country
The law enforcement teams are unleashed on the ravaging violence that consumes our land. Everyone sits, glued to their televisions, watching the chaos unfold. In the distance, the sound of sirens wailing and gunshots pierce the air, shattering whatever mirage or sense of safety we might have, tightly locked up in our homes. We are not safe, and we know it.What started as a fight for one man’s freedom has evolved into a nations unrest. Monsters from within unfurling their bitter tongues. Tongues, made of fire, that licks at every corner and leaves every building scathed.“Jacob Zuma has been fou...