Easy to Love…..

He was so easy to love. Of course I’d never known what love should be, but in the world that surrounded me, his love was best. The only love I’d ever seen was my mother’s love for the Lord. That’s what she called it. Her devotion to her church and bible were for the love of her Lord. He was the only one that deserved her love. I think my mother loves me because she has to, because the bible tells her to love everyone but every day I could see how much she didn’t like me. My father left when I was just two. I guess he couldn’t stand not being loved as much as Jesus. Not sure why he thought it’d be better for me. Sometimes at night when momma would pray for hours, I’d imagine my daddy sneaking back into the house, lifting me light as a feather from my bed and tip towing to the yard where his beat up Chevy was waiting to take us both away. I wasn’t allowed to have friends. Momma would say, “we may love everyone with our hearts but you ain’t runnin round with no hell bound heathens.” She didn’t know about Genie.

Every day after school she would meet me at the bus stop and we would walk the dusty back road for a mile to Ezekel Baptist Church. Genie’s dad was Reverend Louis, the oldest member of our small congregation. At 72 yrs old people who weren’t from Jasper Mississippi were baffled to learn that he had a 12 yr old daughter, but I’d heard Miss Lisa (Deacon Brown’s wife) say she was really his niece. Reverend Louis had never had a wife, least not one we had seen. Genie was 3 yrs older than me, so as far as I had known she’d always been in Jasper. But sometimes I’d hear the woman suck their lips after we’d walk by and violently whisper while looking after us. Once I stopped walking and went into the cloakroom so I could hear them in the hall. “Eula May I am telling you that girl don’t look nuthin like him” whispered Miss Jean, but Eula May retorted “His niece ain’t gotta look like him to be kin.” “I still don’t see how nobody asked no questions when a old man shows up at a church with a baby and no mammy” Miss Lisa injected. I had heard the story of Reverend Louis’s arrival almost 11yrs ago, at last year’s church revival….


You know that feeling you get way deep down inside in the pit of your stomach. It feels like the cold of the night rushing in unexpectedly. It taste like a sour grape limp and rotting in your mouth. Smells like the bottom of an lifeless pond. That feeling of overwhelming despair?
I hide it well. In the curve of my smile, the high pitch of my laughter. In the causal stride of my walk, but my body is in knots. Twisted as if wringing the last drop of water from a wash rag, I couldn’t dare stay out in the open for to long. At any moment the despair I’m controlling so well is going to break out of me like the opening song of some theatrical musical.
I can only hold on for so long.

The Beginning

The time has come, the Walrus said, to talk of many things……..

I never learned that whole poem. In fact I think I only knew that part from a movie (Harriet the Spy), but somehow I find myself quoting that whenever I am about to make a big decision. I talk to myself about many things all the time, in fact I think all writers do. I find myself formulating an undisputable argument as to why I am deciding to do whatever it is I have decided to do. Like now, I’m sitting here trying to convince myself that it’s ok to write a new story. There’s no reason why I shouldn’t, I think of new stories all the time…..in fact I have so many new stories that I have yet to complete one hahaha. So the time has come, my conscious says, to finish many things……like poems and verses and songs you never sing….

She waits

As she watches the sunset just past the window pane, the beating of her heart quickens

Breathing deep she lays down for sleep knowing, hoping it’s the same as every night before

And she waits

For the deep slumber to control her, for her mind to break free

It’s only here that she feels the love unconditional of a romance yet to be

She’s with him every night behind heavy eyelids and dark walls

Underneath the blankets so warm holding her pillow close

He whispers in her ear “my dear you’ve been away to long”

Every day she waits for night to hear him sing this loving song…

“My love for you runs deeper than the oceans deepest part,

And every moment you’re away you take with you my heart

There is no place upon this earth where I won’t be with you

I’ll wait forever and a night to have this love so true

Please stay with me, don’t ever leave. I’ll give you all you need

And what you want I promise you will find right here in me”

The stars shine bright as she listens to the voice of a man she never sees

But on the horizon the sun starts to creep slowly upon the pane

And she waits

For each night before she wakes a sweet kiss touches her lips

Once Upon a Time

Speaking to my soul

Your heart reaches for mine
Through distance and memories
Yurning always in time
Eyes locked in a stare
That seems to erase all matter
No person can compare
From this day after
Love songs and poetry
Every cliche you can imagine
Makes me think of you, want you
How could I let this happen
Again caught in a web
Of pretty words and attraction
Deeply in your heart lies stories untold
Of hurt, deception and realities unfold
What’s behind that smile
That makes my heart skip two beats
What’s pulsing through your head when our lips don’t speak
All I see is the halo floating peacefully at your crown
An angel with sincerity
Floating gracefully around
Speaking to your soul
My heart reaches for yours
How can I expect to not ever
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