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  • A Muse Forgotten

    Husk. Shell. wavering wraith. wtanding in shadow wmiling at the light a small sad smile empty and yet emptied, spent completed in fulfilling

  • The Dark Seduction of the Poetess

    Nightly in desires regress Into memories slowly digress A sudden stop to life’s progress To embrace in words the momentous.She explores her self and soul’s essence Unscripted and without pretense Lost and lonely but fr…

  • A Mused Weapon

    Words carved of ebony, washed in moonlight, stained with tears-- the blood of souls sheathe bound by music's chords. Retrace with me the paths the moon has travelled in her time; moon up, moon down, begin again. The ny…

  • Between Us

    Why am I kept at arms distance when there is such greater geography between us? Why am I told good bye forever when infinity was already felt between us? Why am I still asking myself this still thinking on what may hav…

  • Placed Pieces

    Can you feel the puzzle pieces etched into my skin from the places they had fallen over time as we moved through them. Do you hear the music playing softly from afar lyrics we both know by heart beats that fell in time…

  • Puzzled Methods

    How do you place the pieces of a puzzle back together? Do you start with the border or place colors together? Which system is correct and Which one is right? Does one get the job done and the other one does not? Which pi…

  • Fences

    Spying through the peepholes provided by digital termites in fences built around the soul of a writer amidst her mind. All is laid bare before an anonymous audience for the interpretation of friends' and foes' alike. …

  • Bonfire

    Deep in the woods... with blood sucking insects and swampland leeches. We sat camped in a grove, some firm ground to hold us that night. As we lay touching finger tips to toes, encircling the fire... staring at stars sup…

  • Within

    what does it mean when it frightens me to hear my words falling from your lips, read by your eyes, understood by your mind? What is it I'm afraid I hide beneath my words? What monsters do I fear still lurk beneath my ski…

  • Tickle Me

    Sleepy birds are ruslting between peeping sunny spots. As sunrise fades to morning I disentangle my sheets knots. The sudden brisk air awakes my bedmate from dreaming sleep. His sleepy smiles is all it takes to have me o…

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