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Here at UniqueVerses Publishing in District Heights, MD, my goal is to help people be in touch with their spiritual and rational life. I strive to inspire people through the works I publish. Below are samples of insightful essays written by poet and essayist 

Rickey K. Hood. 

In Due Season: 
Sample Essays and

In Due Season
April 17, 2004 

I called my sister Celialee; Celia had stayed that night with Mom and left that morning about 06:30 am when Saveana, Mom’s caregiver, came in for work. Effie was awake and talking strong and clear minded that morning, she even talked to one of Celia’s friends who called the house looking her. Saveana said Mom had a good appetite and eat breakfast. Most of the morning Mom and Saveana had good conversations until just after she had her bath that’s when she started acting funny. So when Celia left that morning, Mom was talking and strong, no signs at all that a few hours later that will all change. I got through to Celia on the phone and with outright bluntness, my words full of tears, just after she said, “Hello” I sobbed, “Mom just died in my arms.” She screamed on the other end of the phone and hung up, by this time only a few minutes had passed since the Paramedics came and Ronnie finally arrived. As he was getting out of the car I ran to the back porch and with tears told him that Mom was dead. He ran into the house straight to the bedroom but the Paramedics did not allow him to stay in the room. He stood outside the room taking in the reality of the whole notion of Mom’s death when suddenly the Medics had Mom on a stretcher taking her out of the house to the hospital. It was then that I heard Ronnie say, “Stop” and asked the question “is she dead?” The Medics said yes. Ronnie ordered them to put Mom back on the bed; we informed them that there was a Do Not Resuscitate order. She was placed back on the bed peacefully on yellow sheets with her braided hair resting on her pillow...

Quest for God,
A Religious Journey

As years usually do, Tony and I eventually drifted apart. He settled down under the teachings of a former mental health patient, and self-proclaimed prophetess by the name of E. Pinnyston. For some reason, he began to feed off every word that came from her lips. True to the spirit of the 1980’s, Pinnyston always gave ambiguous end-time prophecies that could be applied to just about any disaster that commonly happens on the planet. On the rare occasion when she goes out on a limb and prophesied something specific, somehow this event never has a timetable and can happen any time between now or a thousand years from now. I told Tony my concerns about her prophetic powers but that only seemed to strengthen his faith in her the more. He soon became consumed with seeing the unseen. This search for seeing the spiritual realm filled his imagination and Prophetess Pinnyston only fueled this passion with her testimonials of doing battle with demons. Tony began talking about spirits coming to see him at night in his room, they took the form of children, and specters made of shadows or balls of light hovering in a corner of his room. He started recounting his spiritual battles of when he’s attacked in his bed by demons and saw the look of skepticism in my eyes. I interpreted his encounters back to him as a result of a possible over active imagination, hallucinations, or just vivid nightmares. I told him I saw nothing supernatural in his encounters. That only widened the rift that was forming in our relationship. I saw the Prophetess as a threat to my friend’s mental health and Tony refused to hear any criticism about her, so we parted ways. He settled firmly down under the teachings of his spiritual guru and I, on the other hand, continued to seek after deeper spiritual and worldly understandings that lead me ultimately into the arms of a cult...

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In Due Season, a Collection of Poetry and Prose