Lives of Others

BrockaFashion, Music, Poems, Short StoriesLeave a Comment

I hear the beat and it brings me back to you. We are dancing together in the living room. In our own little world -spinning each other, then pushing apart to individually croon into our imaginary microphones. We are putting on a show in the living room. Attendees are half engaged in muted conversation and half giving us attention. We sing alto and soprano off of one another and when we bellow out the moving, crescendo parts of the song, all attention fully focuses on us. Always. We concentrate the room. We are performers. Many of these people have little in common, but we brought them together.  ‘Oh Lacey, why are you afraid? Look how you get up in front … Read More

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Summation of Sorts

BrockaHealth & Wellness, Mood Room, WorkLeave a Comment

If this were a phone call, you would very well be startled by my voice; and may have forgotten it. Bare with me, this could be a doozie. The more time goes by in which I don’t blog, the more negligent I feel on what I want to comment on. And the opportunity keeps passing me by, as they do. Time does not stop for much deliberation frankly. I used to be spontaneous. I used to shoot from the hip. It did get me in trouble a couple of times, foot in mouth style, but physically I have never been in harms way. Is there more at stake as an adult? -the being level-headed, feeling buttoned-up, and having consequences to … Read More

BrockaSummation of Sorts