A.K. Treadwell
Bio
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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Salt of the Earth, Heat of the Hearth
Ralph was out back cutting firewood when the sky turned that certain winter gray, the kind that tasted like metal and felt like waiting. He had found his rhythm with the axe, wood splitting under his swing in clean, sharp sounds that echoed off the Appalachian hills. Sweat beaded along his brow despite the freezing cold. One drop gathered at the tip of his nose, hung there a second, then fell onto the blade. A tiny offering. He noticed it, snorted once, and kept chopping. The work felt good. Solid. He was a man who, above all, provided heat and shelter for his household when the world turned hard and cold.
By A.K. Treadwell about a month ago in Humans
The Forgotten Room of the Divine Feminine
There is a room in the Great Temple that no one speaks of. It sits at the farthest end of the Hall of Libraries, beyond the galleries of kings and prophets, past the marble altars memorializing battles and miracles. Patrons walk past it without noticing. Priests avert their eyes when they approach. Scholars cough and scurry along.
By A.K. Treadwell about a month ago in Fiction
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 2 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 2 months ago in Poets
