Bullets or seeds

Staring into the ripples of my mirrored surrounding Reflecting my lost memories There I see my mother Explaining why Democracy is the only way forward Her voice echos through my ears and sticks like a tack to wall My father laughs and jokes “Republicans aren’t worth the sense(cents) they were given.” Though he refers toContinue reading “Bullets or seeds”

Untitled Novel – Ch. 3 – Damn it all to hell!

The Augustine set sail for what felt like weeks ago, yet only a full day and night had passed. Emma began to feel a ball form in the pit of her stomach. She had never felt more ready to reach a destination or plant her feet on the soil again. Yet, the moment her eyesContinue reading “Untitled Novel – Ch. 3 – Damn it all to hell!”