Your words give me something to live for. I have plenty to live for, but your words get me out of bed when the world is weighing so heavy nothing else matters. I truly wish the best for you and when the best finds you (if it hasn’t yet) I hope you don’t lose yourselfContinue reading “Dear Writer,”
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Just to throw it out there
These are my favorite cookies from NYC. Raspberry Tart maybe? Can’t wait to go back. Anyone know of any awesome writing workshops out there? or anywhere in New England really.
To be
While I pick at this mold I’m asked What do you want to be A fluffy cloud? Nah, it’s too late A pipe? Nah, my arms are growing tired. Well what do you want to be? I wish to remain shapeless without form not caste in a womb and fired in a kiln I wishContinue reading “To be”
Doors
Wake Up Altered
Edward Burne-Jones
The picture above taken from The Flower Book by Edward Burne-Jones (1833–1898) is a series of 38 round watercolours, each about six inches across. Designs in the “Flower Book” are a fantasy on the popular name, rather than the actual appearance of the flower. According to Wikipedia, in a letter he wrote, “I wantContinue reading “Edward Burne-Jones”
For the first day of 2018
I was excited to receive The Liebster by Matthew G from Grabba Blog. Thank you Matthew. I’m super grateful you thought of me. To be nominated by a writer who’s page is exciting, edgy, and unique is such an honor and a fun way to start 2018!! What is the Liebster Award? The Liebster Award 2017Continue reading “For the first day of 2018”
Favorite Bloggers of all time
My all time favorite blogger is S.K. Nicholas at Myredabyss.com. He just amazes me with his brain and creativity. His blog has grown and evolved along with him and it’s quite entertaining to watch. He has yet to bore me. I always feel my review of his blog will never be good enough. So IContinue reading “Favorite Bloggers of all time”
Doors
Alive
Originally posted on White Lies:
Breathe Inhale the deep frustration Lighten up dear, it’s a hoax A Jack In The Box, spring-back Whirlwind of winded emotions I wake up Remember to blink Once more, for good measure Turn around to see a familiar body But a forgetful road Crick, Crank Churn the cogs, another spent,…
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