Tag Archive | childhood

Rediscovering innocence

Rediscovering innocence


Dearest readers, An innocent heart is the most powerful state of being. We look with delight into the eyes of a baby, a puppy, a kitten. The light flowing through the eyes of innocence is soft yet bright. Full of wonder, joy, simplicity. There are no shadows, no fear, no intentions other than to enjoy […]

The power of our emotions


Dearest readers, This is a quote from a Magenta Pixie video that I jotted down because it impressed me so much: “It is the emotion behind intent that produces manifestation.” Human beings are highly emotional beings. The chaos we observe in the world has been created in order to manipulate our emotional bodies and to […]

Paying guesses (a poem)


A crooked lady lived in a crooked house in a crooked land among those hills lay towns where good money was paid for the graces, ticking days, living flesh of inmates in this land, the dead were sold for profit and the souls of the poor and neglected did not matter disposable crooked almost zombies […]

Darkly nutritious fruits (a poem)


driving by the new high school forever frozen in time a moment of heart-break sat a little girl, five or six years old narrow face, hair neatly braided in rows slender legs splayed on the grass of the sidewalk strip. baby in carrier, mother out of car flashing blue lights, handcuffs on the man who […]

Bonding (a poem)


A beating heart made to cling comfort warm silky, if but that proverbial hanger enclosed by some fluff a sock or synthetic fabric a ribbon she wore in her hair could fill the deep well carved by nature never replenished by nurture what happens to a child who has never been embraced inside a parent’s heart or […]

Time Out: Parenting, Memories, and Immortality


Hello readers, This morning, my son set off for his first day of 9th grade.  Last night, he set out all of his new clothes, photographing them so a friend could help him choose what to wear to school.  He was anxious to arrive at school early to spend time with his friends.  In fact, […]

Play (a very short story shaped like a poem)


Come out and play!  Sluggish eyed, Taina no longer had the soft gaze and limp cuddle of a clearly innocent puppy.  Childhood, a time for play, is no longer Replaced by other activities.  Chores. Entertainment. Mating.  And yet she was beginning to feel that the accoutrements of adulthood were A) not so important to being a successful […]