Written by M.J.C I’m going to be Alice in Wonderland this year, Leah, proclaimed. Leah typically dressed up as classic … More
Written by M.J.C Mom was beautiful. She looked perplexed and perhaps a bit annoyed. She stood there for what seemed … More
Written by M.J.C I was early. I was always early. I’m comfortable being alone and settling in before meeting or … More
Written By M.J.C The Final Chapter. All of Creation is merely the act of making friends. The Daughter was in … More
Written By M.J.C All of Creation is merely a new beginning. While the gathered Elves, humans, creatures, and plants looked … More
Written by M.J.C Creation is merely and always an act of love. Mother, I know what I have to do, … More
As the Goddess rested eons passed and her garden bloomed all over the orb and in almost every way imaginable with colors that reflected the Mother’s joy and love for her creation.
The echo of her first birth can still be heard in all the universe. The sound is in the background of all universal sounds.
The bird was a robin. It was sitting in the tree just outside the classroom. The teacher was quiet, having given instructions to take the remaining thirty minutes of class to construct our poem.