To write is to mourn,
mine, brainstorm, rearrange heart
outside of body.
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Nichelle Calhoun
A daughter/granddaughter of the Great Migration telling Black stories from here, there, then and now.
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The Cave Part 11
Darkness, and the countless points of light, as if the entire void beyond was filled with the fire of a million stars. I felt as if I was staring into the eternity of a night sky beyond those wooden doors, the place beyond the actual reality, while I stood behind a curtain of scenery, the mountain and sky a mere pretense. And in that void beyond of unfathomable space, there hung suspended a mighty shard of crystal floating in place, with hundreds of a far smaller chunks orbiting around it in balanced but intersecting circles, no two in the same path. These caught the light from the center, and sparkled with inner fire each.
By Jamye Sharp4 days ago in Chapters
Comments (6)
✍️ Your haiku is deep and distilled to perfection. 💜
You said the big thing in a simple way.
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so true!!! that photo is amazing too.
Yes! Yes! This is what it is like to write. So well said.
Niche! Superb!