Trena Tackitt

Artwork and story belong soley to the author. Please do not share, copy, or otherwise reproduce without permission. Tonight I am both...

Sometimes I wonder how many prayer cards I've burned.

The smell of almond extract and chocolate filled the kitchen as I sat, sipping my coffee over my journal. I'd come to love Sunday...

'Creatures in Heaven', painted a vibrant, undulating wash of violets and pinks inside my head, making my temples tickle pleasantly where the shokz made direct contact with my skin. Beside me, the giant's chest rose and fell as his soft, metered breaths blended seamlessly into the melody, falling into perfect rhythm the same way he'd fallen into my life. Much like the angel before him, he had been an unexpected twist, yet it somehow felt completely natural, like the next stanz

January 11th is Human Trafficking Awareness Day. While wearing blue in support of survivors is something many choose to do, please...

Emily Dickenson once described Hope as "a feathered thing that perches on the soul"- I've come to think of her more as a WWE wrestler or a boxer, nose bloodied and knuckles bruised, spitting out a tooth, her eyes glinting with fiery determination as she rises for another round.