Archive for stuff that is not evergreen but we want to keep. Old gift guide articles, etc.
Rage blossoms like a flower Like a red rose Blood seeping from my cuts You took everything I had Left me broken and old Hiding away in a dark room Surrounded by fear Lost and alone Death of a thousand cuts Now I bleed red rage and anger. Take heed Be forewarned Revenge will be […]
The incessant scratching. It is an awful noise like nails from the inside of a closed coffin. What is that noise and from whence does it come? It is not the cat for she is sleeping curled near the fire as I write. Alone in the house, I listen intent on finding the source. There
This month I am participating in Just Jot It January. Basically, what this means is I am committing to write every day in January and writing is loosely defined as anything from one sentence to an entire short story. Whatever, I feel like doing that day is ok, as long as I write something. There are
I have a collection of collections. Does that mean I’m a collector? Maybe a hoarder or just sentimental? Waffles is not happy with the books Edie loves the yarn and ribbons Vinny snuggles in the handmade quilts while Chiquita prefers laundry fresh out of the dryer Porcelain cats and handblow glass Children’s art and pictures
Loudness, danger, excitement we are drawn like moths to a flame. Unrestrained, gregarious energy drawing us near drawing us out of our solitary shell. We are drawn to that radiant energy that part we don’t possess within. We don’t see it for what it is a lack of depth and emotion their armour to hide ancient
Virgie’s tale is one of self-reliance and fortitude, overcoming obstacles, and making a life out of nothing. Born to parents who had their own demons to deal with, Virgie had to survive abuse, starvation, and foster care as well as the issues of the day poverty, racism, and segregation. Weedmonkey is a true story about an Appalachian girl who survived and I am so glad to have read her story.
Brain dumping has freed me up from the confines I had placed on myself about what is a journal and what is a list. It allows me to just get it all out and down on paper. It gives me power over my own thoughts and helps to curb my anxiety. By spending a few
There are times that I am lost, adrift in a sea of emotions that I cannot identify. A small vessel battered by the storm. Tossed by waves of anger and apathy. Feeling helpless and yet feeling nothing. Tossed about like a child’s plaything until I am tossed aside, interest lost. [irp posts=”3950″ name=”Drowning”]
