Sung Home: Chapter Four. {fiction}
Bombed, burnt and weather-battered homes lined the streets, the smoky tang sometimes punctuated by the smell of long rotted flesh.
Browsing Tag:
home
Sung Home: Chapter Two. {fiction}
My daddy once told me, “Move toward what you want, not away from what you fear.” I hummed the song, Mama’s song, that I hoped would take me to my new home.
Sung Home: Chapter One. {fiction}
Sylvia found out that Darian was no Prince Charming. Darian’s compound had been the only home I had known for the last seven years, almost half my life.
The Eyes of Your Soul Know the Way Home.
You gather the few respectable garments worth keeping, and crawl back home, bloody, tattered, brokenhearted. Picking up pieces of you along the way.
Feeling Home: The Myth of Caretaker Boundaries, and Reasons to Stay.
I’m at home many places, a byproduct of constantly moving, but the home feeling, it’s something else, maybe it’s more like love.
Coming Home to Serenity Is Essential to Inner Peace.
Even though everyone will look for calm in different ways, it’s essential that walking into your home makes you feel at peace.
To I, the Mistress.
Tonight I will feast, in my own exquisite company, salty lips making vows arcane and devoted to I, the mistress of my ship, the captain of my soul.
Swim Me Home. {poetry}
I kissed you before I kissed you. In how I hated waiting. When I went home that night and played through all other possible scenarios in my head.
On Finally Coming Home to Myself.
I saw two circles come to closure on August 15, both of which were concerned with the issue of home. One of those circles was exactly a year in circumference, the other was exactly eight years in circumference. On that day, and on a number of levels, I finally came home.
The Dig. {poetry}
Where is my home? Is it contained within bricks and mortar? Is it the country of my birth? Is it the place inside my heart where I feel the most authentic version of myself? Is it none of these or all of the above?