"Because I could not stop for Death- He kindly stopped for me-" -Emily Dickinson Death and I have always known each other well. Kindred spirits cut from the same cloth, yet destined all the same to that mortal dance. That is, until the music ends and I stop. It's what we all do, eventually, … Continue reading Death and I
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He Voted For Me
I'm bleeding. The rivers running down my arms ebb and flow, shift course, depending on the year. I've bled, since the first man slapped me across my face, and told me not to cry. I've bled, since the first words, you're a girl, crossed my child mind. I've bled, since the first person called me … Continue reading He Voted For Me
You Can Say No
Yes, it rolls off my tongue the same way a page moves between my fingers as I flip through a stack riddled with fingerprints, drink stains, and food crumbs. Yes to questions, to love, to life. Yes to problems, to abuse, to drama. Yes to the not-so silent voices that live in the back of … Continue reading You Can Say No
Sometimes There Isn’t A Title For A Story
Sometimes there isn't a title for a story. The words just flow like the sound of a brook in a wood no one knows of, until an author describes how the shift of the gentle breeze allows soft rays to caress the water to life. Then the sounds of the woods come to life before … Continue reading Sometimes There Isn’t A Title For A Story
Faith Taryn Davies 