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In the Void
Lost. Not lost in day dreams. Lost in reality. Not depressed. Not sad. Not happy. Not joyful. Just. In the void. Living Not in the moment. Inhaling Not feeling the air. Exhaling Nothing more. Not living at all. Just. In the void.…
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April Haikus
Whether good or bad, observation or feeling, I am still enjoying the challenge of writing “western haikus” every day. You can follow them daily on Twitter. If you missed them or if you’re not on Twitter, you can read them below. April 30 sunrises…
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Meant To
eyes that sparkled like stars a fire within that kept him warm in the darkness with a mind of anxiety a sadness that broke his heart never was I meant to discover the hidden treasures within his soul as they weren’t meant…
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Songs of My Life: April 2017
April, the month, saw the birth of April the Giraffe’s baby. Finally. Yes, I stalked the internet waiting for that giraffe to be born. April also had my head in a fucking god damn tizzy. I swung back and forth between “fucking…
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Full Moon Feelings
I feel the full moon pull Longing for you Aches of the heart Muscles that no longer feel I feel the moon in my bones It tugs at my soul Crushes my spirit Leaves me full of holes I feel the full…
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March Haikus
Three months strong for three little lines! As I’ve said before they’re part of my morning routine now and enjoy this writing exercise. I’m proud of them all, even the bad ones. You can follow them daily on Twitter. If you missed them or if you’re…
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Songs of My Life: March 2017
I’m not sure what the rhyme or reason was behind the music of March. Listening I would feel the theme would be “X” and then a song and half later, I’d find myself saying, “no it’s Y”. So I am just going…
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Is there No Standard Anymore?
As Pantera sang in, “Walk” … is there no standard anymore? Well, truth be told yes but also no. This post is for all the dads out there with little girls or even teen girls. A bit of wisdom from a daughter…
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A Ghost in the Raindrop
A Ghost in the Raindrop A ghost in the raindrop Lives within clear walls Unseen by all but only seen when it falls A ghost in the raindrop Tears down wicked walls Unheard at all but only heard when it hits on tin A ghost…
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February Haikus
Three little lines with a minimum of seventeen syllables have become my morning routine. I rather enjoy this writing exercise. Some move me while some are not so great but I’m writing every day and that’s all that really matters to me.…
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Risk Is Noble, Unless a Woman Takes It
When Lindsey Vonn crashed during the Olympics, the reaction was…
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Fuck You
Fuck you
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Wo-without-Man
I can’t scream or I’ll wake the neighbours
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Thoughts on Laundry
The low hum of the dryers out weighed the sound…
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Where Are You?
Where are you? Where are you? Where are you?
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On Writing: Caffeine Fueled Chaos
The Instagram post at the bottom of this post came…
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AI Doesn’t Move Me to Tears
AI is simultaneously feared and celebrated. It’ll bring death…it’ll bring…
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ON THE FOLD: Timing is Everything
Seems like March is the time I buy sewing machines.…
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ON THE FOLD: Learning As I Go
This is the debut of On the Fold, where I…
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