Father sky, your tears have been heavy upon Mother Earth. Trying so hard to wash away the blood stains from gun violence and wars all over this sacred land. Mother earth you soak up those stains that will never be completely washed away. The lifeless bodies you embrace into the depths of your womb and…
Copyright 2020 By Theresa Dolata The memory that makes me happy is when I first performed standup in an actual comedy club. I had no idea how open mic nights went. I thought if you signed up on line 25 that you were number 25 to go up. I signed up for spot 15. The…
The grass bowed in the wind to the Spirit of the Birch trees. In a gentle reply the Birch trees extended out their branches like arms and swooped down, gently caressed the tops of the blades of grass. The Sun’s rays beamed down and danced a joyous dance upon the grass and the Birch trees.…
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