The first poem written in my new office!!! Woooo!!!
I saw a poem on Facebook this morning, and I posted it to the Husband's timeline, because it has never felt like a more accurate description. "...To be loved like a poet loves words..." My God, I feel like every time I write a poem it's some sort of vocabularian masturbation. Word whacking aside, this... Continue Reading →
All our problems float in sapphire skies. We can see them all so clearly. But it's hard to see, really, when our eyes are closed - albeit temporar'ly. All our problems float in an ebony sea. Drowning in rip tides of duality. When only black and white can win, no one can hear the middle... Continue Reading →
My first ever Fucked Up Fairy Tale. 1. Didn't an act of love seal Little Red's fate? Sure, Grandma wasn't there, but here's the truth from that day (if you care): Red was planning a special date. She was so sick of Granny's critical stares, a cross-dressing wolf - especially male -was to Red delightful... Continue Reading →
If you've been following my writing for any length of time, there has been a pull for me in the realms of spirituality, psychology, and philosophy. To me, they are all synonyms for the study of love, and that is what I would like to write about today. I believe love is a four-letter word... Continue Reading →
Days can go without hearing the rhythm of my heart. In the busyness and insanity of all the games we play, my breath stays automatic, and my thoughts no end in sight. My breath and metronome always with me, marking time in all I do. With my breath to guide, my heart is muse and... Continue Reading →
Part I Anna had been fighting with Kris for awhile. For as much as she loved him, it always felt like a square peg in a round hole. Whenever she had tried to tell him how much she loved him; he would tell her to repress it and stuff it down. As time went on,... Continue Reading →
Part 1 Part 2 Do I “choose” to be bipolar, or someone “chooses” to be a narcissist? No, no one chooses their chemistry or childhood; no one chooses their nurture or their nature. They do, however, choose what to do with it. This is difficult to accept, too. It took me so long to let... Continue Reading →