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  • Monster-Girl Heart – Part 1: The Girl Lost in Dreaming

    “Tell me the story again,” I demanded, pulling my cabbage-rose duvet up to my chin and snuggling deeper into the mattress. My mother, half-asleep herself, barely stifled a yawn. “The one about the faerie queens, Alexandria and Elizabethan?” I wrinkled my nose. “No, the one about you and daddy.” My mother sighed, tucking her blonde…

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  • The Night Penny met the Erinyes

    I’ve been obsessively working on my memoir or my new novel, The Betwixt. So if you’re into early 2000s nostalgia, emo bands, and reincarnation, you might like this. Cheers 🥂 The bar was nothing special, just a hole in the wall dive bar. The neon blue sign buzzed and flickered, lighting up the faces of…

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  • Monster-Girl Heart: The First Fall

    Being sixteen, I thought, was like an artificial Christmas tree: all glitter and no substance, despite the twinkling lights and the promising shine of tinsel. Get a new haircut, start wearing makeup and cute clothing and, what, suddenly I was worthy of attention? I twirled in my short skirts and laughed at the wide eyes…

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  • Monster Girls and Hearts

    I was talking to a friend this week about our inner darkness. About how some people don’t acknowledge that piece of themselves, about how they want to point the finger of blame and justice at the ones who speak in wine-soaked epitaphs and mournful letters. And those people? The finger pointing ones? Those aren’t my…

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  • Mirror, mirror, on the wall…

    What do you see when you look in the mirror? Do you see past, present, future? Do you see a portal to the other realm? Do you see a magical tool? Do you see, merely, your own reflection?  Do you know what I see? There’s… a lot there. I have to look past the mess……

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  • Lascivious delights; from NOLA to me to Ohio?

    I can feel the steam rising off of the cobbled streets, and I find myself dodging puddles of who knows what. The pastel buildings with their iron galleries and dripping tropical flowers seem to shiver as I run my fingers across their bousillage and stucco exteriors. And the air is heavy, almost alive: thick with…

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  • New Orleans Day 3!

    This haunted, beautiful, electric city is already close to my heart. And day 3? It was full of adventures: haunted dolls, witchy shops, a local named Willy with all the historical tea, a cooking class, and some fantastic jazz music. First and foremost: we had to have coffee. Luckily, whatever spirit haunted this place that…

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  • Music Blog Part 3

    Sometimes, the only thing that saved me was music… and reinvention. “Free Falling” by Tom Petty–  I saw my dad before he died. I don’t mean that I held his hand as the light faded away, or that I saw his last breath leave his body, or that I was there when he coded 1,…

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  • Music Blog Part 2…

    I am probably one of the most sentimental people you’ll ever meet. I rarely hold onto items and clothing, though. For me, it’s all about words: the ones I have written and the ones people have written to me –  and about me. I have binders full of letters, carefully preserved. I have boxes filled…

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  • My WIP… A New Version of Demons and Captives!

    Hey friends, I’ve been quiet for too long. The truth is I was in a major writer’s block and I was very busy in my personal life (getting married, planning, house hunting, mental health stuff). And then one day, BAM, this totally new version of my current WIP hit me like lightning and I knew…

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  • Songs and Memories: Part 1

    Music can take you anywhere. Maybe a certain song comes on and you’re a child again, watching your mother sing into a broom with her bright, booming voice, eyes sparkling with joy and mischief. Maybe you are in the rain, your heart leaking out of your chest and onto your too-colorful rainboots, wondering if the…

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  • Snow Queen

    Sharing an old proem because it went with the pictures. I’m thinking I might try to publish some poetry. Thoughts? I love you all 💕 I was the Snow Queen once, with a heart of frost. When it cracked, thunder, there was only a dark night sky without stars. There would be no wishes made…

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  • Death, and I.

    Death, and I.

    I wrote this after my mom was hospitalized, recently, and many triggers came to light. I’m happy to report that she is ok. But this poem was born. I remember Death. He was beautiful. His hair like black feathers catching the oily spill of night. Grey eyes like a blizzard of desire and absence. The…

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  • From Lovers to Strangers…

    From Lovers to Strangers…

    From strangers to lovers. From lovers to strangers. A timeless story.  I don’t know why it breaks my heart to think that one day, I could pass you on the street without breaking stride or slowing down.  That you might not smile at the sight of my blonde waves, or the flowers perched in them…

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  • Elections and Breakdowns…

    These are my words. I love you 💕 if you are any marginalized group, or if you are just AFRAID, I am here. I am here and I love you. Come to me if you need a shoulder, an ear or a hug. I don’t know what else to say or do right now. I…

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  • Musings on self destruction…

    (TW: brief mention of suicide and addiction) Today I found myself musing on self sabotage or, as I frequently find myself calling it, self destruction. I think a lot of my life has been dictated by these perverse behaviors, and anyone that has known me for a long time would no doubt agree with that.…

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  • Daphne and Apollo: Cigarettes and Confessions.

    (NSFW – if you are my family and you’re going to be embarrassed by certain romantic driven prose, I’d sit this one out!) She strolled out of the midnight mist like she was made from it, he thought. It seemed to cling to her, like it was reluctant to let her go, but she didn’t…

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  • Blood Promises: a Novel Excerpt

    (Warning: NSFW) – He didn’t want her like this, hushed and lost. He wanted to see that spark catch – and burn. “And what of Radnor?” Her eyes filled with longing before she took a shaky breath. Malacoz wondered if she would keep her silence on this, as if in that silence she could hold…

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  • Crimson Girl Goodbye

    Crimson girl with the cocoa colored eyes, almond shaped, sparkling with mischief. We perched on lockers, sucking lollipops and trying to pretend that we were women; but we were only children. I remember when we replaced popsicles for cigarettes, Jones soda for whiskey, movie nights and popcorn for sneaking out and midnight, drugged kisses. I…

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