Dear Fellow Pirate, In response to your beautiful poem, I write this letter while holding a telescope, I mean periscope (or whatever that looking thing is called), fighting off a big burly man who wanted to steal my compass, AND also, while growling instructions at my crew. I am pretty sure if I wanted to, … More Come With Me Now
S sat on her haunches, head tilted slightly, watching J sleep. It was more of a ‘willing J to wake up’, really, but so far had been choosing to do it silently. With patience not being one of her strongest suits, S took her index finger and jabbed J in the forehead. J rolled over … More The (Un)Secret Childhood Dialogue Chronicles – Ninja.
I was scratching through a few old albums J, and I found a few real corkers 😛 Love you babe.
So I have spent most of this week – for real – trying to figure out if you (my dear J) are more like the hot green chick who kicks ass, or the small impulsive fox who has some serious anger issues in Guardians of the Galaxy. I have watched the movie several times with … More My Reflexes are too Fast. I will Catch it.
This woman, is my best friend. I love her because she is made of magic, she is made of earth, and she is made of roots of ancient trees. There is an army of old spirits that follow her around, steps in unison, just for her. I love her because her heart is good, even … More I Love You More, Dammitt!!
In response to: Wet Shore A copper key hangs from a hook beside my bed. I read you, when that key has a quiet conversation with the jelly fish fearing ocean fearing bear trainer in side me. But you know, that I would stride into that water to drag you out of it. You know … More I Dont Surf. ( For J )
When a Mother Does.. When a mother falls to her knees, to beg, and to pray; to crawl and to get out of the way. When a mother covers her face, and her swollen skin, to hide the burst blood vessels and her fragility within; there is no vanity there- it’s to protect her tiny … More When a Mother Does
Tumbling down, fear wrapped in shrapnel, thick with a feeling of permanence. Sequined clowns point and mock in nightmares older than the circus, or any freak to take the stage. Lights sway, lingering just long enough on the twisted faces of sticky fingered children. Dolls, eating popcorn, mechanic jaws, and jerky hunger. Out of time. … More Circus Bait
We can undo the knot, that keeps it all in. You can walk away with it, still attached to the skin and I will unravel. Peel. Fray, and open up like a unbound flower. Allowed to breath from the first time. To breathe, and then to wilt, and fall limply to my knees, and you … More Pull…
Labels. I hate them. With a burning intensity I hate them. Why do we feel it necessary to label everything? Everyone? I don’t care if you have a degree or you were in a relationship with someone that hurt you so now you are an expert…. you can not smear the words ‘narcissist’ and the … More Oh My.. *Gasp* .. a Narcissist…