our stories

<our stories>

We tell stories through our hair, 
we trade secrets through every 
curl and wave. Comb through 
the middle part and twists the roots, 
just how I like. Tell me when you 
were young and silly as you 
smooth my edges with gel.
Cluck your tongue at me and 
tell me to sit still as you tell me stories 
of when you snuck out and danced in 
jazz clubs until fivethirty. Kiss my 
forehead and drizzle honey on my scalp. recommend that I use olive oil and 
mint leaves because the heat does things to me that test the waves of the Nile. I never 
knew how much I loved to love my 
history through you, through us, 
through silent libraries between every 
curls. we retell history without words or 
pen; we all know our history, it’s tangled 
all over our heads…



Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

Past Reminisce

⅓ of a Songwriter, ⅓ of a Writer & ⅓ of a Photographer

Sunshine Bliss

Giving words to dreams!

A Writer's Soul

"Diving into a writers soul is discovering the broken treasure and beautiful mysteries that make you gasp for air."

tonysbologna : Honest. Satirical. Observations.

Honest. Satirical. Observations.


thoughts on thoughts.

Fun Freedom Fables

Stay happy, think positive & live life to the fullest

Best Cordless Drills

Product reviews of the best cordless drills

Duplicate My Success

How to be successful in internet marketing.

The Youthful Traveller

Young, Independent and ready to collect moments


Health Breakthroughs

High Lumen

lighting design blog

The Working Writer

Pro Advice For Freelance Writers


Enduring pain through writing; instead of complaining.


Learning how to live well with chronic illnesses by self healing.

The Flowers of Art

In the kingdom of life, with the strokes of the brush, the bow and the pen, artists have sowed their hearts to contrive, fields rivalling in beauty the Garden of Eden.


by Christine Murray

%d bloggers like this: