April 2015
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Three of Diamonds
*image found HERE Three of Diamonds If you must cut me, cut me in three. My childish heart – free of aconitum, then. My pomegranate belly – the pretties flower in the garden, then. My wise head cracked would then be sky. *From A Deck of Cards series. Continue reading
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Poetic discoveries
*Image found HERE I cannot stop emphasizing the fact that I see myself as both writer and reader equally. I find a huge amount of inspiration and encouragement in other people’s work and what I especially like reading is poetry. I am often having trouble finding work that really clings to my mind and has… Continue reading
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Confession
*Image found HERE Confession The world is already over; a hand of brown, sturdy branches grates the lemon zest over the fields. I do not want to be your sunflower, something ever thirsty, a chewable exterior and a soft dark core. Instead I will peel myself, rid myself of everything but fingers and hold… Continue reading
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Wilt. See. Scream.
*Image found HERE Wilt. See. Scream The language of saints pricks the palate of the carrion. |Come|, says the Roman; his skin a peach, his torso unbruised. |Wilt|, says my mother tongue, devouring blood like compost. Oh, but they touch each other when the back is strained between the ball and chain, kiss and toccata,… Continue reading
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Sleeper Of The Wildwood Fugue live!
LEGENDS OF WINDEMERE: SLEEPER OF THE WILDWOOD FUGUE LIVE on Amazon Kindle! The final champion stirs and reaches out to any who can hear her voice. Yet all who heed her call will disappear into the misty fugue. Awakening their new ally is only the beginning as Luke, Nyx, and their friends head south to… Continue reading
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Weekly Photo Challenge – Blur
For you are my Kaleidoscope, but the world keeps spinning For Weekly Photo Challenge – Blur Continue reading
About Me
I don’t mind the sun sometimes,
the images it shows,
I can taste you on my lips
and feel you in my clothes.
Cinnamon and sugary
and softly spoken lies,
you never know just how you look
through other people’s eyes
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