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Elisabeth Writing

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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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    • New Orleans: A Honeymoon. Day 1 & 2

      Exploring New Orleans through food and ghosts!

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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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    • Betwixt and Between, Part 3

      “You’ve never been here before, if I’m not mistaken?” Ourania turned to her with a strained smile, gesturing to the room before them. Room might have been the wrong room; for some reason the word “chamber” came to mind. The walls disappeared into the ceiling, which seemed to be covered in indigo and lavender clouds.…

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    • Betwixt and Between Part 2!

      Iris could feel the exact moment her heart stopped. She wondered if it would begin again, or if she might die here, too, where death was supposed to be impossible. She remembered the moment her heart had stopped in that life before here. A slow and steady decline, darkness, and then brilliant light. She’d awoken…

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    • The Limbo Land: Betwixt and Between. Part 1.

      Iris awoke in soft light, stretching her arms over her head and sighing in contentment, turning to the right side of the large, cloud-like bed. Her fingers traced the indent of where her love had slept the night before, sleepily, wondering what dreams he might have had when she’d been flying in her own. It…

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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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    • I Slipped Through Your Fingers…

      You let me slip through your fingers… I wonder if that makes you want to break glass, your fists curled and bloody, slivers of reflections caught in your palms. I’m a peach sapphire dawn, and you are wary of the light, eyes slit against the glow, like you wish you could see me in that…

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