LaShawn Baker

“Not Enough Time” by LaShawn Baker

Submitted to Contest #269

Not Enough TimeBy LaShawn Baker It’s the day before nothing, nothing to do, nowhere to go, just nothing that can be more pressing than that nothing. Unless it’s something, something that requires time, energy, and nothing is no longer a factor, its time spent on others and not on self. In fact, throughout history life is never about the mother, the mom, the mommy, all terms used to move, control, and coax a mother to be, the savior. I am considered the finder of lost objects, the fixer of broken toys, and the earthly being that mainta...

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“The Last Farewell” by LaShawn Baker

The Last Farewell By LaShawn Baker Jan sat outside the church, she had watched from her car as everyone dressed in black pretending to mourn, playing their roles. She listened outside the door  as everyone made their resolutions to her father and loved on her mother. She listened and watched them through the slightly open door of their family church. .  She couldn’t but roll her eyes watching the show/funeral playout. Her mother, whom she loved but never bonded with. Her siblings, crying and playing the roles they were handed.&nb...

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“The last Farewell ” by LaShawn Baker

Submitted to Contest #79

The Last Farewell  By LaShawn Baker Jan sat at the end of the back pew. She watched as everyone made their resolutions to her father and loved on her mother. Jan did not move or react to either. She watched them her siblings crying and playing the role they were handed. Sue, the older sister always doing the right thing, basically she was a snitch often telling the other three children to cover up her own shit.  Then there was Bailey, oh Ms. Bailey the second oldest-middle child, the peacemaker, and many times over shadowed by ...

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“Four, Thirteen, Fifty” by LaShawn Baker

Submitted to Contest #79

 Four, Thirteen, Fifty By LaShawn Baker I was only four years old when my father appeared from behind the tattered screen door of my aunt's home. I remember calling to my aunt that there was a strange man at the door. But in my young mind I had  to make sure the tall man was my family, my daddy my saviour. I knew who he was in my heart. Yes I knew, but I wanted to make sure:running as fast as my four year olds as legs could carry me to my room in the back of the old house. I retrieved the borrowed photo from under my pillow. I co...

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“Senior Awakening ” by LaShawn Baker

Submitted to Contest #63

Senior Awakening  By La Shawn Baker By the time I stepped outside the leaves were on fire bursting with a sea of colors that only resided in a crayon box. The funny thing is my mind distinctively remembers going to sleep in the  richness of Spring blossoms. The scents of jasmine, lavender, and roses acts as an ambrosia, their sweet aroma lulling me into the calming embrace of spring.  I faintly remember  with each breath I would inhale life and exhale a memory of time long forgotten, buried in the recess of my mind. T...

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