A soliloquy

The statistics lie on my blog.  It says I have over 100 followers.  Don’t believe it.  I have one follower: my sister.  I’m not even convinced that she is reading this.  541 more words

Multiple Sclerosis

Last Day of Rest

This my last

Before the race

Forget the past

I wash my face

The chains that shake

That hold me back

As true heartache… 17 more words



In the darkness bright
Pinpricks of light
Astounds the eyes
Soul draws the heart
It beckons in a coming
Long and fraught
Reminiscing of what was… 17 more words

The Wordsmithery

Being a Perfectionist is a Pain in the Ass

Perfectionist: a person who refuses to accept any standard short of perfection.

I’m tired.

To be a mother, to be a teacher, to be a wife, to be an aspiring writer, …

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When it Makes Sense (Temenos)

“And it is so simple…you will instantly find how to live.” –Dostoyevsky

Do I contradict myself?
Very well, I contradict myself.
I am large.
I contain multitudes.

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Creative Nonfiction & Memoir

The Bijou, Part 4

It was like deja’ vu….all over again.

I was standing in the Bijou, a place that I hadn’t been able to find until I stopped looking for it. 564 more words


Primal Catharsis

Caustic liquids

Gush throughout

The blood jockeys

For heart’s realty

Primal screams

Bubble forth

Yearning to leap

From tired lips

Madness grabs grip

Demanding retribution