A.K. Treadwell
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Grateful. Recovering. Alcoholic. Preacher's Daughter. I am a juxtaposition. I am the Tale of Two Cities. I sojourn in this foreign land, passing through, declaring the way of the Lord. Follow me, as I follow Christ.
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The Shadow Rooms of the Self
The spaces we avoid. That is the shadow self. This the space where archetypes hide and are stored upon a shelf. Memories locked behind closet doors, like a doll named Chuckie. We get to know our shadow selves, those of us are lucky.
By A.K. Treadwell 3 months ago in Fiction
Life is a Mixtape
Puff the Magic Dragon, lived by the sea and even though I know how very far apart we are it helps to think we might be wishing on the same bright star. Jesus loves the little children, all the children of the world. Yes, Jesus loves me, the Bible tells me so. Zacchaeus was a wee little man. A wee little man was he. Right arm. Father Abraham had many sons and I'm in the Lord's army.
By A.K. Treadwell 3 months ago in Poets
