for all the GOOD ASS MOMS… with a not so good ass past… this is for US…

I don’t even know where to start without sounding like I am ready to lead a revolution of tired, frustrated, overworked, and ESPECIALLY under-appreciated “not so ideal” mothers. But this needs to be said… so maybe I am?   I am tired… but not of my children, not today… today… my kids are perfect and … Continue reading for all the GOOD ASS MOMS… with a not so good ass past… this is for US…

#Year2027

  Hey… let's talk for for a second… let me sit on you lap for a second.. we can't have love now but maybe in 2027… maybe then I could just be your blessing. Maybe I could be the one for you.. maybe then you wouldn't second guess me. Maybe then it wouldn't be as … Continue reading #Year2027

insecure…

  I struggle to write about this because I do not want to believe that I am insecure… I mean sure… I have had times in my life where I felt inferior or just slightly under average. There are times I look in the mirror and want to throw my face away because my strong … Continue reading insecure…

I am a F*cking Writer!

I finally got down to sharing this masterpiece!! Enjoy!!!! Every writer needs to read this!

A Forum for Divergent Literature

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I am a writer!

I sit on the left-hand of the gods and have a special dispensation to decode the secret, universal rhythms, find patterns in the whispers which are inaudible to profane ears. My role is that of an observer; a quiet, meditative force who has a holy charge to record the divine misery, the blind mysteries, the eek-and-turn everyday struggle of life, seen through the eyes of one who has divested himself of all worldly goods.

Who are you?

I am a fucking writer! I am convicted, given over to the great purpose of wresting the truth away from the earth, buried under layers of silt and sediment, caught up in the swirl of the waters that lean to the great gravitational forces as the world mercilessly spins in the great unknown. The curse is the burden, the pulling back the veil, looking into the languid eyes affixed…

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dead babies

I'm tired of seeing dead babies... beaten, bruised, bloody red babies... born to die... all these unfed babies... what hell is in these moms heads lately.... make me question myself as a mom lately... is there anything that life could do to make me.... take matters in my own hand and kill my babies? Could … Continue reading dead babies