Sounds Like…
The Anomaly: Sounds like… http://anomalouspearl.blogspot.com/2012/05/sounds-like.html?spref=tw
Flood in the Desert
Many words could be used to describe me: homosexual, heterosexual, bisexual, fearful of the discovered, curious of the unknown, a beautiful tragedy, the personification of a dream in the graces of God, the deferred nightmare, the unruly one, the silent songstress, the thief of unmeditated thoughts, the pre-meditated epiphany, the flood in the desert. I'm the oxymoron unlike any before. Most of all, I'm human.
I Need You
The Anomaly: I Need You http://anomalouspearl.blogspot.com/2012/05/i-need-you.html?spref=tw
Caterpillars and Queens
The Anomaly: Caterpillars and Queens http://anomalouspearl.blogspot.com/2012/05/caterpillars-and-queens.html?spref=tw
This Journey
The Anomaly: This Journey… http://anomalouspearl.blogspot.com/2012/05/this-journey.html?spref=tw
Life Questions
The Anomaly: Life questions http://anomalouspearl.blogspot.com/2012/05/life-questions.html?spref=tw
Science and God
The Anomaly: Science and God http://anomalouspearl.blogspot.com/2012/05/science-and-god.html?spref=tw
My thoughts on the term, “woman.”
The Anomaly: My thoughts on the term, “woman.” http://anomalouspearl.blogspot.com/2012/05/my-thoughts-on-term-woman.html?spref=tw
Sounds like
Monologues, the creaking of swings, tears, and the wind. Sounds like, confessions of the heart, childhood memories, reality setting in, and the voice of God. The seat of the swing moans underneath my weight, and it creaks as you pull back on the rope, then you let me go. Let me go…as if the night before I hadn’t loved you like it was my last. And it was. My last. My last attempt to hold on to you by giving you all of me. Then…a leaf hit my face, and I could hear the swing creaking. And I saw my feet dangling above the ground. I turned around to look for you, but it seems that your presence was just a faint memory that blew away in the wind. Monologues, the creaking of a swing, tears, and the wind. Sounds like confessions of the heart, childhood memories, reality setting in, and the voice of God.
