Father says that like our ancestors who left the homeland to seek out better opportunity, he is leaving the States to a country that's poor, but desperate, for a money-making opportunity. I can only listen as I hold my baby, which he barely sees, and wonder why this land isn't enough for him. Father says … Continue reading What Father Says About Living
Hear Me
Hear me. Though all that plays is breeze on leaves, hear me. Hear something about my heart that sets me apart from the rest. But why beg I to God of food and home while children starve and bleed to death in Africa? Or mothers weep for peace from bomb debris in Iran? But hear … Continue reading Hear Me
Raising a Hero–chapter 33
Another heatwave came through a few weeks later, as though to mock us for appreciating the budding, colder mornings. My white dress served me well, though at some point not even being naked could have saved me. Even though I didn’t have a massive festival crowd to try and keep up with, Derrick, Gus, and … Continue reading Raising a Hero–chapter 33
I’m A Bad Friend
Friend, who told me to close my laptop, because gangsters with yo-yos were making me bust out in German class: I'm sorry. I thought you had forgotten about me. Not entirely, but, in a way. Kind of like a kid freshly moved from home forgets their parents. You made new friends. It's okay, they were there, I … Continue reading I’m A Bad Friend
Raising a Hero–chapter 32
We dropped by the bakery on our way back. And, as luck would have it, the shy, ginger Rights man had the till. He nearly jumped out of his apron on seeing us walk in. “Li-Lillian! It’s been a while.” “Yeah, it has been. Work’s been insanely busy. I’ve only now gotten a break.” Crap, … Continue reading Raising a Hero–chapter 32
For Mother’s Day
I don't believe in mama memes. I'm self-sufficient, I'm twenty-three! And have a baby of my own. But Mom still calms my scary nights. Any mountain I can climb. I don't need help! So get away! Because I am strong. But I still need Mom to tell me so. I will not crumble, to anything, … Continue reading For Mother’s Day
One Day
One day I'll make my father proud. Not because I want to make him regret not being a part of my life, or being besides me when I needed a father most. But because I want him to be happy that I'm alive and his, and know that I love him. One day I'll make … Continue reading One Day
On Sidelines to Pornography
How can a picture draw breath from me, and wring out the blood from my heart? I'm going to die, I swear. But she's beautiful, naked, yes, looking out at me-- no, at him. Him who swore to look at only me To be with only me. To make love with only me. It's only … Continue reading On Sidelines to Pornography
Raising a Hero–chapter 31
Business went down with the temperature. I came to learn, with the cooling days, that the green spots on my dress weren’t actually because of my sweat having a weird chemical reaction to the dye, but because the dye itself was a rare, earth magic dye that changed according to temperatures over an extended period … Continue reading Raising a Hero–chapter 31
Social Anxiety
It's being afraid that everyone is getting ready to tell you you're wrong. Wrong in how you think, wrong in what you do, wrong in how you live, wrong in what you believe, wrong in what you know, wrong for just existing, but most of all, wrong for what you feel-- and having no logical … Continue reading Social Anxiety
Author T.S. Lowe 