“Do you remember? Do you remember the world before the poison?” ― Amy Reed, Clean It’s time to bleed the black from my veins, Clear the clouds from my head, Ignite the…
Days go by and I have a pile of information stacked in my head. Piles of thoughts that are like old dusty library books. The voice in my head had…
Well. Monday. Yes. Monday. Bleh. It wasn’t a bad day. A rote day. A day full of catching up on tedium. I spent some time reading “The Naked Presenter” and…
As you may know, I have been making attempts to run more. To write more. Sooo…on an average day, I have conversations in my head during a 30-minute shower. Not…
running down the fleshy green path feeling bits of water splashing on my ankles grass fairy kisses —————————————————————————— My husband left at 6:15 this morning. I got up at 6:18.…
Had an enlightening discussion with the other half where he said there was no pouting going on when I came home to run. In fact, he preferred me to come…
The pain is keen Sharp Stabbing Like a million sharp knives Making her gasp And catch Her breath. She closes her eyes Tight To hold back the tears. “Breathe,” she…
He called us Friday night to let us know that he was pitching on Saturday. Caught between a turnip and blood, depending on a certain bank transaction, there was only…
That totally awkward moment when you are sitting by the antique yellow of an oil lamp and realize you really have nothing to say.
Bleeding black, the words spill across the page hasty thoughts and scratches crazy lines and hash tags circles of air floating up and up until they pop lips pursed—trying to…
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