A poem by Remontz Written to my Mother ❤️ Mother’s Day 2019 The day July 26, 1990…had to be Unimaginable Prolly couldn’t imagine becoming a Mother the next day. Prolly couldn’t imagine giving birth in that way. You prolly couldn’t imagine the new life you’d make. Prolly couldn’t imagine any of my traits. Prolly couldn’tContinue reading “(Un)imaginable”
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An Aunts Hands
A poem by Remontz to my Aunt Written for Mother’s Day 2019 In an Aunt’s Hands When I think about the building blocks of a man, You are vital to the core that helps me stand. When I think about the building blocks of a man, I think about how I was first held inContinue reading “An Aunts Hands”
Superhero
A poem by Remontz to my Grandmother written for Mother’s Day 2019 Super Hero When I was growing up I idolized Super Heroes; I would watch and emulate the episodes I’d seen. But Someone showed me not all heroes were make believe. When I was growing up I idolized Super Heroes; They had ice, fireContinue reading “Superhero”
Shadow of Courage || Chapter 1
….Her lips were still moist when the fist connected with them. T’Shai barely held her balance as the mead cooperated with the blow, she fought the urge to collapse and speared N’Taka to the ground, unloading a fury of elbows….
Shadow of Courage || Preface
…downing all riders in short vicinity as well. The enemy Orcs were not far behind the projectiles. The two armies met in a violent crash of armour; bodies flew from spiked tails, headless Orc bodies dropped to the ground before the blood knew to spill, men shouted in agony as friendly fire from the Archer unit caught them instead of the enemy. The Knight witnessed the first of his casualties just like that, seconds into the fight….
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Star Child
…..Gil on the other hand, the two-week experienced Father of triplet daughters knew he only had so many minutes left to practice his guitar before the bottle and diaper juggling fiasco began once more. His fingertips were on fire, as he was only a two-week old guitarist as well. “Give me a sec, hun…”, he was already on his third request for a second. “I’ve almost got this down…”. He did not almost have it down……
