3 “There was a story I heard one time,” Bess began, “about a grey-haloed woman who should’ve but shan’t.” Bess’s favorite story. Again. Bess had some favorite sayings and creative stories, but none as strange and nonsensical as the story of the ‘Doorway Witch.’ She recounted it a lot, and always took the performance very seriously. …
2 Zerian grumbled. The hot sunlight was creaking its way into his eyelids, and he couldn’t fight it anymore. He felt so sore and exhausted. He wasn’t sleeping well lately. He rolled out of his lumpy bed and onto the rug to stretch. He glanced around at his little apartment above the shop. He stood and …
Why do we need to apply conditions to our perceived state of happiness? Can you be happy always, anytime? I was confronted with these thoughts recently, and finally saw them for what they were: illusion breakers. Undoubtedly, the first time I saw a quote or meme that stated something along the lines of “Happiness is …
I guess I inadvertently took a blogging hiatus, as it’s been a MONTH since my last post. I didn’t mean to, but life got in the way, and I by no means had any kind of blog ‘schedule’ to speak of. However, in the past month, I have come to realize just how important writing …
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Butterfly visions Abound in the wrist - A flick of a tempest - A wick of a cyst A fiery sorceress Tempts and expands A wizened old mistress Unfolds her worn hands A child underneath A girl yet unborn A teenager Sullen and stricken with scorn All of these women Are here with me now …
February 16th, 2016 The alarm rings, and I slowly convince myself to get out of bed. It’s later than expected, so I hurry out of the house, skipping breakfast. Daughter and husband are still asleep. I rush up the sidewalk as fast as I can towards the bus stop. I see the top of the …
Boney, stringent Lines that cross Steely gazes Minds of loss Pearls of wisdom Lined up, neat Beaten down With golden wheat Trusting no one “Who is there?” Fraught with misery Winds that scare Solace seeks us – Every – One – Yet turned away We look for Sun The rain will fall If only we’d …
1 He strung through the vines. Lost in time and thought. Not really connected to the moment anymore. One step on top of the other, but not in reality. He was beyond. A heartache with grief for the life he might have known, for the brother and world that might have opened up to him …
Words are always following me. They hang above, trailing me wherever I go. Constantly composing, re-forming, re-stating. Once I have a moment of peace or silence, they flood me like the deluge…. An onslaught of compositions, essays, poetry, and random statements. I am used to this constant internal narrative. It’s been there for me all …
Breaking bread in utmost haste Singing soldiers, making paste Sought amongst the gravel ruins Partial maladies seek cocoons. Casting nets both wide and vast Reeling in the fishes fast Cranking, beating, Flesh and bone I can’t see past the hues and tone. Fast forward through The muck and dew, Slowing down now, Breathe. Anew.
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