Michelle is living out of doors and is hungry. She interacts with everyday people for a meal out of desperation.
Author: Pageperuser
Writing to refine. Join me as a stumble through my feelings and open my soul to the web for scrutiny.
The path was trod before I came and won’t overgrow when I’m gone.
River
And so it begins, again : another movement, a switchback for this life. My living ancestors laugh at the chaos created by decisions or other. The seem-to-be… Read more “River”
Richmond Hall : Part Three
“What nonsense!” Grace said more to herself than to Tom. “Yeah, yeah, she’s got a firm grip on that grudge.” “Old lady falls, so she must be… Read more “Richmond Hall : Part Three”
Summer
Love of change,
an uncracked nut,
frock draping,
wind working,
half staff.
Jokes of somersaults
fresh cut,
green grass billows,
rooted in earth,
canna lilies sway.
Read to some
day moon
light white,
clouds passing,
god calls
to be heard,
has listened
Short–
to be lived,
will end.
Kristie M. Hendricks
5 April 2018
Forgiveness
The calm, cold face is an angelic statue. She feels wrongdoing and she lets it pass. She watches it like its not happening at her, because it… Read more “Forgiveness”
Fear’s Left-overs
Free time? We manage our obligations and then squish our interests into the corners of our lives. Why? The bills must be paid, yes, but to what… Read more “Fear’s Left-overs”
Crunchy Martian Peanut Butter
Contrary to what natural peanut butter labels will tell you, separation is not natural. It hurts when your all nutty for someone and then they split. Ouch!… Read more “Crunchy Martian Peanut Butter”
