How She Spends Her Time

orange daylily


Nature’s disbursement, copper

pennies (ticking time bombs) tap

out her allotment hour by

hour. Rich or poor, sinner or



saint, all receive one thousand,

four hundred and forty. Hers

used to slip through her fingers

like water, burning a hole


in her pocket on Pay Day.

But when her economy

collapsed, she diversified

her portfolio, making


investments in her children,

marriage, self – a penny saved

is a penny worth spending

on a day such as this one.

Flames of Freedom



Pressure and heat and

the presence of flames

(that deadly hellish

Trinity) made her

kindling temperature

an inevitability. And oh!

the pain,

the raw ooze as fire

tattooed skin; but as she

surrendered, her fear

went up in smoke. Her

selfishness and pride

burned away, searing

suffering soul, until only

true silver remained. Now,

her light is a beacon –

infinity’s fire – a

path of illumination for

others to follow the

Flames of Freedom.


It’s pretty cool what you can do with a burning stick at a campfire…