Author Archives: brenda warren

If you eat more you’ll feel better. Like a full belly means a full me.

Scarlet whispers take wing as feathers like red angels flash before our eyes.

Our hearts open like quilts stitched together with fireflies and grain.

stories  born where breaks  do double takes

Your fingers play music my ancestors heard in their youth.

Trade hate in for day old bread and reruns on TV.

Teacher tells kids to dial 9-911 if she should pass out on the floor. Really?

Life is a busy little bitch eating away at our moments.

Indignance instills compassion’s demise.

Eat my words with lies that blacken everything you say.