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Pride Was My Undoing, and That Is Why I'm Poor

When you find yourself at the bottom of the Barrel the best and worst news can be your only way up and out.

These are dark days in the house of Cannon. 472 more words

Bottom

Ergo

each day is okay
until it isn’t
like the seam of a pretty dress
coming undone -
too tempting to pick at
to be left alone… 46 more words

Poem

An open heart.

This past Sunday, I woke up and listened to one of my favorite musicians pouring her heart out about certain aspects of her life. It was a session  Steffany Greitzinger held on worship. 296 more words

undoing being

I unscreamed my wails of life with an abrupt deafening silence as my mother unbirthed me. My unwelcomed body slid from her opening of life & retracted me into her tunnel of damp darkness that unejected me after months of unprepared readiness. 211 more words

Prose

Part Three | My Home

I can feel it in my chest, I can hear it, the human noise we make, the beating of our hearts and breathing of this air is so loud it consumes us. 121 more words

Love

ONE HUNDRED TWENTY

Mama Will Return – Actually She Never Left

Collage

Undoing

I wonder what my undoing is, or will be.  It will be food, I think. Tomorrow is my next, my second face-to-face meeting. I will probably sit quietly again, and maybe won’t speak up. 747 more words

Food Program