On Purpose By: Chanacee Ruth-Killgore Not on water do I walk and, it’s true, I’m challenged by dry land. I can do, though, what I can. It is that alone which matters. All else lingers… shiny and superfluous, full of false promises and deception. I can, however, is honest, humble, bold! And I know that which I can is the must […]
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In stillness There are miles and miles… Journeys waiting In listening There is action. Motion. Doing. In peace There is fertile ground Ripe and ready. In today There is the first step, The gentle footfall, …living. Author Bio: Chanacee Ruth-Killgore lives in East Tennessee with her husband, Michael, and their two wild and crazy pups, Wrigley and Arkkis […]
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Echoes Sometimes… laughter echoes, hollow, haunting and mean. Mocking memories and gnawing away at the mangled pieces left behind. Raw, aching moments past, their humor lost. The memory though still too near. ~Chanacee Ruth-Killgore Author Bio: Chanacee Ruth-Killgore lives in East Tennessee with her husband, Michael, and their two wild and crazy pups, Wrigley and […]
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Courage (Getting Out of Bed) My heart grows restless, my limbs heavy The paradox of a frustrated mind The simplest things seem unattainable Before me There are mountains to climb I am eager, yet, sit motionless Failure the constant on my mind I sit and worry …and wonder Before me There are mountains to climb I long […]
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Sometimes I wonder If I have anything left to give Any small pieces of myself left to share I feel too broken Too worn out Thread bare and bone-tired I search myself and find nothing worthy My emotions, my words are hollow My heart is emptier than my belly I feel it gnawing away within me Desperate for something to […]
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More “Sold,” she said, as I stared in awe and wonder. But I had questions, important questions! Yet, I was silent in the face of her edict, her bright red and white sign. It was gone. So easily gone. So quickly gone. But how? Who decides what’s for sale? Who names the price? This place, this spot […]
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There are no words To carry me through This waiting conversation But the silence is eager Crying out Filling the here and now And what would words do But scar the skin That never quite seemed to fit And stretch a distance Already made great Echoing bitter noise No… Better to claim silence Than banish tomorrow By […]
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Much fades with progress When a salty snack must suffice Because there is no time for a hearty meal And conversation, like steak, Is rare, if not divisive And common courtesy has vanished Much like tablecloths And handwritten thank you notes There is no time for such niceties Such antiquated things Despite all the things we possess and consume […]
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Sun falls on parched earth Scorched remains linger All about is still… waiting The clap of thunder is heard A rumble in the distance …hope is kindled An expectant breath catches …in my chest But it was a tease, not a promise The winds change Once again I am abandoned Used up Brittle, thirsting and alone… Beneath the shared […]
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A Muffled Voice This rabbit hole seems a farcical dream. No, I blink, aware …and awake. A pen at the ready, it’s my turn to vote. This ballot, such a curious mistake. ~Chanacee Ruth-Killgore Author Bio: Chanacee Ruth-Killgore lives in East Tennessee with her husband, Michael, and their two wild and crazy pups, Wrigley and Arkkis Pond. She […]
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