J.M. Powell
Bio
You can make anything by writing. -C.S. Lewis
My passion is to spread what it means to love.
My published books of poetry: Quantum Leap Overmorrow
Stories (98/0)
The Power Hidden in Anonymity
I opened Kindred Spirits mailbox on Bird Island in North Carolina, expecting to find the usual anonymous entries. On top of the stack was a passport size forest green leather notebook that would call out to any regular visitors and even the rare ones. I sat on the lone bench and opened it. Reaching Our Higher Selves stood alone on the first page. As I began reading, I quickly realized it was a guide to improve all of humanity. When I reached the end, it begged the reader to spread the word so more would come read it there. Such begging was unnecessary.
By J.M. Powell7 months ago in Fiction
Letter from an Imaginary Friend
Dear Janice, You are exactly where you need to be in your journey. We are all given struggles to overcome. It takes time to learn. In some of them we discover our purpose. How would we know it without them? In them we grow stronger. They give us the fire and fuel to try. They say people really start going for the best life in their 30's and here you are starting to take those steps exactly in your 30's. Look at all the steps you are taking now that you used to never do and thought you might never do. You are stronger than you can see. I am so proud of you for dreaming big and for the compassion you want to spread throughout the world. The world so desperately needs the enormous transformation you dream of giving it. Never ever think that dream is too big. Also, just know that there is someone out there for you craving all that loyalty and romance you have to offer. They will completely melt into a puddle with your love. I so rarely meet people with such pure intentions like you. If all people had your heart, the world would be as it should be. Keep dreaming and keep fighting. Everything you desire is at your fingertips.
By J.M. Powell9 months ago in Poets
The Reveal
Psychic Connections Reveal 5/10/2077 popped on my Tasker lens to remind me it was upcoming. I rolled my eyes and shuffled over to my bathroom to take my Tasker out of my eye. I didn't want any reminders or distractions. The reveal was causing enough stress to blow a canon. I would be finding out my soul mate, twin flame, and kindred spirit. The Committee would then request I choose one of them to pursue.
By J.M. Powell12 months ago in Fiction
