July 7th. Birthday poem by O

I turned 20 today. What she best remembers Is the cadent rhymes Of her Father's voice And his hard hand Stroking her cheeks fondly, And minutes stealing out from the night, Tiptoeing away in sync with her mother's soft steps As she placed the celebratory cake On the big living room table And her father … Continue reading July 7th. Birthday poem by O


The Human

For a moment,  I really thought about it. This thing called humanity: what makes us the same and what makes us so different. So I decided to put it down. Don't know how it's going to look like. This is unfiltered. Let's strip away nationality, skin tone, hair and eye color,religion and racial disparity, gender … Continue reading The Human


In response to The Daily Post's writing prompt: "High Noon." This afternoon, a joke turned into a lecture with my mother. I was standing behind her rolling my eyes. (I know, I know, I'm not supposed to) But c'mon, I was joking. If she turned at the right time, I would have been caught mid-roll. … Continue reading Rolling!

Ashes to Ashes

In response to The Daily Post's writing prompt: "In Loving Memory." In Loving memory of Grey, Hillary C. A friend, a mother, a sister, an aunt, a grandchild. Let's not forget A Crazy Ass Friend. She died at the unlikely age of 98, by being sarcastic at the wrong time. Strangely she requested this to … Continue reading Ashes to Ashes