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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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Why do you blog? I blog because I need to write. Sure, I could just write in my journal or try to publish, but the first is not enough, and the second is too much. I blog because I need to share my thoughts. Maybe that’s selfish or egotistical, but I feel the need to…
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My hobby is collecting hobbies. It’s a trait I picked up from my Grandfather whose illustrious list of hobbies include: volunteer park ranger, figurine painter, story-teller, computer gamer, wood carver, chili cook, greeting card designer, Spanish learner… the list goes on. When describing my grandfather, the phrase “Jack of all trades, master of none” comes…
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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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I’m thinking of taking a week off of work to write. I have over 2 weeks of PTO to use before the end of the year, and I don’t have any trips planned. Over the last few weeks I’ve been bitten by the writing bug. I have so many ideas for new drafts, redrafts, and…
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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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There’s a man at the market who holds a yellow sign. It says, “Poet for hire” in big black letters. Every week I see this man, sitting quietly while hundreds of people swarm around the city-park, and I wonder if anyone has taken him up on his offer. I think that’s what inspired this month’s…
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Bringing Mae Flowers 