I was in the grocery store today. There was an older man. Maybe he was in his 80’s. A Caucasian man — button down shirt and starchily pressed pants. Scars and purple birthmarks on his…
Author: Allura Eshmun
When I write there is no certain way to be...
Journey
I’ve come to a familiar moment again. The moment where I am coming to the end of another journey. I’m closing one door for another to open. Parts of this journey meant so much to…
Wings
Sometimes I find myself cautiously holding back as if to hide. It’s very subtle and a new level of awareness I’ve discovered, again, on my own. It’s like I am hiding my wings, because I…
Get it Together
“One shot to your heart without breaking your skin No one has the power to hurt you like your kin Kept it inside, didn’t tell no one else Didn’t even want to admit it to…
Not a Damn Thing!
I want you to have more than an iPad or iPhone. I want you to have more than a Prada hand bag or wallet. I want you to have more than a fancy suit and…
Water
The sound of the waves erases the imperfections. Takes one to a place of peace and serenity. All time and space ceases to exist.
Doors
There are times, when I’ve been at a crossroads, standing in the center looking around in each direction and silently asking myself in which direction should I walk? I stand with fear and worry, because I…