My Writing
My collection of poetry, prose, and short stories
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Peace of mind tastes bitter When racing thoughts are enticingly sweet. Creativity, Industry, and Possibility Season the feast of ideas That makes sleep feel like an untasted meal And moderation feel like starvation.
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I believe that Persephone ate the apple, And Eve ate the pomegranate seeds. The cost of knowledge and power, Was the taste of red fruit on a woman’s lips. The Queen of Death and the Mother of Life: The renewal of Spring followed by the Fall- One in the same, their choices were made, and…
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You came gently into my life- Like you were approaching a frightened cat. So gently, that I didn’t hiss or run- As I’ve always done before. So gently, that I choose to lay my head, On the pillow next to yours.
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I don’t even know your name,But I know you own two cars:You drive one every day,But the other you never use. I know you have two children,A boy around 9 and a girl around 5.They are both in school,And they both have brown eyes. I know you used to have a garden.The dug-up patch can…
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Do you remember that movie I made you watch? David Tennant was a writer, who was going to marry an actress, But he fell in love with a failed copywriter on a small Scottish Isle? Do you remember when she told him? that her ex called her “A song- not a whole album”, Then she…
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That night I dreamt about Sarah. She stood with her back toward me. She turned as I approached her, and she held out her hand toward me. Before I could reach her, she was fading.I ran, trying to reach her before she disappeared completely. I could hear voices, but I couldn’t see anyone else. The…
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Part 3 I started by digging through property records and newspaper clippings from the city. Within an hour I knew the basics; for starters, Rose had been right about the name “Young”. The house was built in 1906 by the Young family after their original family seat had been destroyed in a fire. The estate…
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You think my little quirks are cute For now The way I shout when I get excited Or how I’m always looking for my key or my phone. You like that I take hours to drink my coffee And how Half read books and loose pens lay around But I Can’t stand to see dirty…
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Last night I drowned. I stood at the lookout point of a canyon, looking down. The overlook loomed over the edge of the canyon, opposite a waterfall. The water fell as a thick mist into a rain forest that stood at the edge of a bottomless chasm. No matter how hard I tried, I could…
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I saw the same empty rooms almost every night and woke up with the unheard voices still ringing in my ears. Each night the dream felt more and more real. I could smell the musty scent of damp brink and decaying wood. I could feel the rough walls under my brown fingers, and the chilled…
Bringing Mae Flowers 