Quote for a day
“Start writing, no matter what. The water does not flow until the faucet is turned on.” – Louis L’Amour
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Quote for a day
“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” – Maya Angelou
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Leap of Faith
Day one of Three hundred and sixty-six. Yes, That’s right, It’s a leap year. We get an extra day This go round. And sometimes A day Can make All the difference.
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Clear Cut
we felled it, you and i, the great tree between us. my hands were on one side of the long blade, yours at the other. our back and forth bickerings our slow draws of indifference served as lumberjack cuts through the trunk of a marriage grown weak with rot and decay. the leaves had all fallen away, no fruit had ever come of it. and when we could no longer grow we died. but we…
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Riding The Reaper
we drive today on friday the thirteen toward that eternal battle between life and death, hoping against hope for good news good friendship good times even if they could be the last. i have never faced death myself, though he teased me once with a glimpse many years ago as our car spun around and slammed into a ditch. he has taunted me many times hence by plucking the ones i love from my life…
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How To Listen To Music
there are days where music is background noise, a dozen conversations overlapping in the confines of a glass room. there are days where music is a beating pulse, a throbbing rhythm driving the momentum of your work. and then there are days where music is the invisible beauty, ethereal sound waves filling and overflowing your silence completely.
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The Bloodletting
she spread blank sheets out before her on the desk, picked up the quill and drew the nib across her wrist, slicing thoughts from her mind to drip and then flow, bleeding through her world in a catharsis of words.
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Where Moonflowers Bloom V
I am a little lost Floating Free falling Without an anchor To keep me grounded. The soil here is harsh Unwelcoming And half the things I love Do not grow. Unable to Calm me Comfort me And remind me of home. Cuttings from Grandma’s Lilac tree And pussy willows And the moonflowers That spoke the secret language Between us.
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Duty Calls
some days i write and it is easy. it feels right, it feels done, and i sit back contented. other days i worry it like a dog with a bone and it refuses to lie down and rest completed. it calls me back time and again, the stubborn mutt that will not give up the rabid bark of incompetent alarm.
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Till Fur Do Us Part
he is not an animal person. and though i love him, it gives me a moments pause. he is allergic, so i forgive him. but when they find the cure, all bets are off if he doesn’t pony up.
