The dream

When I was between 9-12 years old, I had some visions about things that would happen in my life as adult. And I built a dream life around those visions. Not much of what I added actually happened, but in some form most of those visions have happened. But I don’t want to talk about […]

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Something, something, poetry…

It’s been awhile since I’ve written a blog, I know. I know. If you are reading this from Twitter, hello! I’m doing well, I hope you’re well too. My blog automatically posts to my Twitter, I’ll be back there eventually, I promise. I’m going to try to update here every now and then, and you […]

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Willow Part Five The Book Of Tuar

Adron took a sip of his drink and stood up. “Follow me.” She followed him down a long hallway, candle sconces lit the dark walls. She started to ask something and he put a hand to stop her. A large portrait of a young woman caught her eye and she stopped to look at it. […]

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Willow part four Adron

Willow licked her paw after finishing the story. “She’s not? No, she couldn’t be.” Alice said. “Oh no, she’s not. But her child will be.” Willow replied and licked her other paw. Alice nodded and mulled over the revelation. “You’ve been tethered.” She finally said. Willow nodded her head. “It’s my punishment for helping James.” […]

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Willow Part Three Madrid

I landed in Madrid the day before the festival of Almudena, I took a taxi to Malasaña and when I arrived at the hotel a man was waiting for me. I didn’t recognize him at first, he had dark beard, and was dressed in a navy suit. But when I saw his piercing gray eyes, […]

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Willow part two Alice

It had been a month since Kate found the note in her closet. Whenever she was around the house and said “Willow” the cat would appear by her side. Kate still hadn’t found anyone to claim the cat, and she decided to keep it. Willow seemed to be happy living Kate. She’d cuddle up to […]

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Willow Part One Kate

Kate woke up and checked the clock. It was just after 11:30pm. She got up and wrapped her robe around and went to the kitchen. She poured herself a glass of water, looking out the kitchen window the sky was cloudy and glowed a dim orange. “Snow.” She said to herself. She quickly got dressed […]

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Holy Kiss – A poem

This is an old poem. I’ve shared bits of it, but here it is in its entirety. ~ he fell to the earth to make wine for poor weddingshis voice only for prayerthat which my ears have not yet drunkin the blessed nightthe sweetest honey is loathsomebut Venus doesn’t smile in the house of tearssensual […]

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return to love

 Love is a state of being ~ I have a tattoo in a language that I don’t speak. I had it done in my early 20’s, during my extreme depression. I had it translated by a friend who was studying the language. It was meant to say “love learn and let go”. Years later I […]

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