Yes, I remember you. I remember the hitch and the gasp before my veins opened up into fields upon fields upon barren wastelands. I remember how thunder felt that night when a thousand wild stallions carried my pulse around the mountains of my bones and placed it where I hoped I would never remember you [...]
I am so pleased to welcome a new face (from our Facebook page) to TLC today. We all have our days The days we don't see coming Where everything that can go wrong Seems to go wrong Or maybe just one really shitty thing That makes the rest of the day crappy regardless [...]
Accepting The Love I Never Got I could never understand why my mother never loved me; I have never felt the warmth of her touch or the love in her ever departing gaze from my face. I can tell you exactly what I looked like as a baby because there are only two pictures [...]
Kissing Cannibals She danced with delusion went frolicking with fear she didn't allow her mind to let things not there appear she could venture with a vampire or kiss a cannibal she could fly so very high because she wasn't afraid to fall she was right here in each moment, that she was alive you [...]
I wrote this for the brilliant Allie Burke and The OCH Literary Society. It was originally published there. I Used To Love The Night As far back as I can remember dusk and then finally twilight always held a mystical essence for me. My child’s mind was filled with make believe and possibility, but the central [...]
Today I am very pleased to have a spot on the lovely OCH Literary Society’s page. Thank you for having me.
As far back as I can remember, dusk and then finally twilight always held a mystical essence for me. My child’s mind was filled with make-believe and possibility, but the central element to most of my vivid imaginings occurred during the twilight hours which then cascaded into the darkest parts of night. I was never afraid, for this was the time that my imagination would burst with endless possibilities of fairies and sprites, brownies, and otherworldly creatures who would come alive when mothers and fathers tucked their littlest in for the night.
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As a mother I often worry about my children in this day and age. I worry about the things that society would have them believe they should place their value on. I worry about the kind of role models they will have to look up to when all I see portrayed in the media are [...]