NEW, never worn, wedding gown - $900 OBO Strapless, mermaid style with sweetheart neckline. Chapel train. Organza with tulle overlay, extensive beading and hand-embroidered lace. One of a kind, custom-made... like I thought our love was. Double stitched throughout, while our relationship fell apart at the seams. Heirloom veil is also available - sheer, antique … Continue reading Motivated seller
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Take me to the river
Standing on the bank in my cotton shift, my hair loose upon my shoulders, I watch as the others are raised in the Spirit. Arms hugging my chest, I try to calm my shivering - not against the cold, but fear. Fear that when I'm laid under my hair will rise around my face, threatening … Continue reading Take me to the river
Elephant in the room
There are pleasantries and platitudes. A civil, "please pass the salt," and considerate "would you like some more tea?" Gone are Sunday morning crosswords in bed, and late nights with Bogart and Garbo. No hands are held, no tears shed. There are no voices raised, no sweet whispers in the dark. Conversations are over which … Continue reading Elephant in the room
The siren’s call
A possession not wholly unwelcome. A fervent drive, wild and unrelenting. No priest called, no rosary prayed. Holy water won't cleanse my soul of this yearning. While in its grip, I can't deny its dominion over me. I can't simply walk way, ignoring its haunting siren's song. If I fight against its enthralling pull, my … Continue reading The siren’s call
We all want to change the world
Standing shoulder to shoulder, it was impossible to get an accurate body count. Colorful banners and hand-painted signs gave the spectacle an almost festive atmosphere, only the fierceness of the protesters belied that illusion. Angry voices drowned out the riot squad bullhorns telling them to disperse. Like a runaway steamroller, a wave of people surged … Continue reading We all want to change the world
Final flight
Climbing the rock face, shards of slate dislodging and tumbling to the earth, all I feel is numb. My fingertips search for crimps as I ascend. Their urns, wrapped inside my pack, thump against my back urging me upward. They say I'm brave for returning to the scene, wanting to scatter their ashes from the … Continue reading Final flight
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