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*Trigger warning: mentions of seizures, demonic possession, death, and night terrors* Halloween is approaching, and the veil is thinning. Spooky season is upon us once again, so the time for ghost stories, scary movies, and witchy-workings. Last night, some friends and I had a Halloween Slumber Party (yes, even though we all in our late…
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Creeping into the backyard from over the garden wall. Her big orange belly is as round as her tip-toeing paws. Orange swirls like cinnamon on her pumpkin rolls. Asking for pets as she stops by on her daily stroll.
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Last week a cold front moved in, bringing in crisp air and ample rain. The skies are silver and gray. The mountains, half hidden by mists, are dusted with snow. Red and gold laves are falling from the trees to dance on the wind. In other words, the landscape is picturesque. Life feels as soothing…
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The well ran dry. Where life once overflowed, only a clanging echo remained. Still, the hopeful still came with their pails. They patiently lowered their empty vessels, into the dark below. For they believed that which is empty can be refilled again.
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Work has been stressing me out. Every morning I start the day with a long to-do list, and every evening I leave with an even longer to-do list for the next day. Between answering client emails, training new hires, management and product development meetings, and doing my actual client work- I feel like my workload…
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He’s nothing like you Excerpt for the way he stands. The same height and casual stance- Wrapped in black jeans. He’s nothing like you Except for the way he talks. A shouted voice full of mirth When excited in conversation. He’s nothing like you Except for that face he makes. Dark eyebrows raised, wide mouth…
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It’s officially Autumn again. The last few evenings have been chilly, and the moon has been full. If there was ever a time for magic- now would be it. September 20-22 marks the Autumn Equinox; the first day of Fall, and one of two days of each year when the daylight hours are the same…
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*A poem about feeling overwhelmed by life. May be triggering for some readers* I’m drowning in a self-created sea. Made of tasks, duties, and responsibilities. I asked for this. I thought I wanted more, but I’m in over my head. The water’s getting deeper, and I’m too tired to tread. I’m slowly slipping under- anyone…
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I’m not ready to talk about some things. There are some parts of my life that I still can’t bring myself to talk about- at least, not in a serious way. It’s one thing to make a joke hinting at that hidden darkness, but it’s another thing to open the curtains and expose it to…
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“Don’t be a ‘writer’, be writing”. I love and hate Faulkner’s famous advice. I hate it because I know he’s right and I haven’t been writing much lately. Between craziness at work, home life, and my business- I am have almost no energy to be creative. At least, that is the excuse I’ve been making…
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Bringing Mae Flowers 