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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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    • 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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    • An Amalgamation of Love and Hate…

      “We are an amalgamation of everyone we’ve known and loved.” I saw that quote, and it’s been there in the back of my mind, a whisper of a melody I long to hear in full. Some days I feel like a threadbare quilt, almost translucent, nearly gossamer. But I know I’m a tapestry, thick and…

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    • I Crashed My Bike & Had An Epiphany

      I crashed my bike yesterday, and it taught me a lesson.  But let’s back up.  Midwest spring means blooms turning their shy faces to the burgeoning strength of the sun. Leaves begin to adorn the dryad’s branches, like ladies with lovely new hats, preening and clucking at one another. I like to sit in a…

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    • I’m the Villain in Your Story

      I’m the villain in your stories. Do you tell them that I was wrapped in black velvet and satin, my breasts pushed up by the corset top so that everything else faded but your desire? Did you say that my bright jade irises distracted you from the fangs behind my smile? When spinning tales about…

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    • 2 Years of Sweet Love.

      Flour dusted hands and faun eyes large with light. Hands on my hips, fingers digging into flesh. We dance under abalone, tulip blossoms in the sun, opening bright. Love with you is like lemon cake with lavender icing; love with you is like laughter, limbs entangled in firelit dark; love with you is like the…

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    • A dream about friends and helplessness…

      I had a dream about him, and about her.   It wasn’t the story about the couple who were torn apart by a slip in time and space, who each entered a shop for Halloween costumes, and became stuck in two different worlds, unable to reach one another. Forever. It is not the dream about the…

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    • The snow day that never was, and more things.

      I feel like the grey is burrowing under my skin. My veins are not the blue of summer midnights, but the grey slush of breaking winter dreams. Sometimes I believe I am like the month of March; a few days of fake Spring, making people emerge with hope, and then spoiling their smiles with snowfall…

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    • Letters to my younger self, continued…

      Dear Younger Me, To the little girl Liz. You were so desperate for affection, even back then. You had it with your family, and you had a few friends who cared for you, but a lot of the time you felt like a misfit. A lot of times it was the bullies who made you…

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    • Step 3 and Struggles

      ***TRIGGER WARNING: discussion of suicidal ideation, suicidal thoughts, mental illness, addiction*** Step 3: Made a decision to turn our will and our lives over to the care of Goddess as we understood Her.  Yes, I changed the wording slightly to fit my own beliefs. I don’t LOVE how the big book is really Christian-based but…

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    • Step 2, And I’m not alone.

      I am a recovering alcoholic… and, for my sanity, I need to do shadow work, and work the steps. So, if you want to see my journey and my vulnerability, come along with me on this journey. 2: Came to believe that a Power greater than ourselves could restore us to sanity. This is oddly…

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    • Letters to my Younger Selves,

      I need to start this by saying I am getting back into shadow work again. And our next podcast is going to be about advice to our young selves. So here is the first part of my letter. Stay tuned for more… Dear Younger Me,  There are so many things I wish I had known,…

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    • You love me, BUT…

      I loved you BUT… I loved you, like the ocean loves the moon, tides pulling with your command, my body in your sway. My heart mirrored you, an incandescent pearl in the blue deep, as you hung, luminous, in the indigo night. I loved you fiercely, a conquistador planting my feet in the soil of…

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