I began to shuffle my feet again the moment the wraps loosened around my ankles. If my trusty blade were on me, I’d cut through these moist yet stiffening powdery rags my captor had applied to my legs. It’s as if he wanted to mummify me. The man seemed a titch broken by hallucinations or manifestations he was experiencing. He appeared to shoulder the heavy burden of being righteous; I was one of the evil ones who had to stand and face the punishment I was due.
I was nearly free from my bondage. Thankfully all I heard was silence.
I am so pleased and thrilled to announce that Gabriela Marie Milton of Literary Revelations Publishing House has accepted my work for what I’m sure will be a powerful anthology. So many talented poets (happy that so many are familiar to me!) are the voice sharing precisely what Gabriela spoke of for this anthology – “the beauty and magic of childhood – remembrance of love and fairytales – as well as its ugliness – abuses, poverty – that unfortunately still exist in our world.”
It is due to be published in late January! Stay tuned for more news on its release. Very much looking forward to it! 🙂
There’s always the hope that relationships will burn with passion and not strife. Yet, sometimes what began as intense disintegrates us until we become something unrecognizable, ensuring walls are built to protect us from the next.The process to love again is an arduous one, requiring a great deal of understanding, patience, trust, and acceptance.
We arrived at the castle, tired and hungry, and the sun slowly set beyond our backs, just in time for a scrap of food, grateful we’d not need to hunt for a rat for dinner. We could hear laughs and cheers in the courtyard of other travelers. There was a champ amongst them, having just won a card game—the excited chatter echoed loudly. I pulled out the cash I possessed and put on my glasses to count out what we would need. I began to pass the coins to the master of the establishment.