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!!
You can sleep naked. I don’t mind. Like, at all. Naked. Yeah 🙂
Therein lies the key, to what ties you and me, It came on the needed day, So neither two would fray; under the weight of the dark in these the corners so stark. My sister, my friend, my Love. A blessing from the gods above, We are now bound at the hearts, and Hell can … More The Key, and the Binding
Page One. Page 2. J was most pissed at me for getting us arrested. Our fake names turned out to belong to people who actually frequented the underground poker den / brothel that we were attempting to have a good time in. It was quite frankly, a waste of wigs, a waste of make up, … More The Unsecret Dialogue Chronicles of S and J: Old Photos. Page Two
Found a few clips of my and my girl J… This was me trying to run over a neighbor. J installed a hidden cam in the car to see my reaction when I figured out that she had disabled my engine… Â and applied super glue to the steering wheel.
I am not sure who found who, Or who applied the super glue, But I know that I am glad it’s you, whos spilled into my greens with your blues. Like Northern Lights. Shades of red, when we walk with the dead, but the night remains, the same, our patchwork stars; our awe inspiring playground, … More Friends.
I am a chocolate brownie fan, and J knew full well that I would devour at least four before thinking to ask if J had added anything extra special to the mix. Of course, by then, it was too late. I had to be escorted out of the public lounge, as I started blowing out … More The Unsecret Friendship of S and J. A Collection, of Unsecret Affairs.
Imagine, if you will, my skin sewn to yours. Stitched with no real surgical skill. Lumpy and uneven, but held together well. Bruised and swollen, but held. Imagine if you will, two minds merged in the fire of a kiln, each shaped by different hands, white skeletal master pieces connected by heat, fire, life and … More J and S. Stands for Just Sayin’
We bleed bright red, into buckets lined up by the traitors wearing smiles and spitting curses, but we are not dead. We are not dead. A quien Dios ama, le llama. We have been blessed, in between each torture of our souls. Blessed, because with each toast to having survived having our souls dragged across … More A mas honor, mas dolor.
writing as a way of life
My ramblings poems and musings enjoy or not no pressure
The varied thoughts of a millennial modern linguist.
Talking about real things
Poetry and Poems
All that is me!
CRIME WRITER
Fabulously Refined/Wildy Inappropriate
I Kill My Own Spiders
character limited descriptions kind of give me anxiety
A few new poems every week. Haikus on Sundays.
Mocking Bird Down 