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  • A Silent Song

    A Silent Song

    The snow gently falls outside my window as my fingers sit idle on the keyboard. I can’t seem to take my eyes off its falling white powder.  By February the snow, while always beautiful, is not all together desirable. Winter drags on and the cold becomes bitter. I miss the warm weather, the rain, and… Read more

  • Autumn Regrets

    Autumn Regrets

    As I walked a path of orange and gold,The crisp feeling of the autumn air;I found myself lost in the memory of you,And pondered how life was unfair. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath,Had I come to terms with my choice?Sorrow washed in and filled me with regret;In my mind echoes the… Read more

  • The Little Things

    The Little Things

    There is beauty inThe little things,Like song bird wingsAnd front porch swings. There is beauty everywhere,All around;The clouds in the sky,The flowers on the ground. There is beautyAnd if you try,You can see itAnd it may make you cry; For there is beauty inYour heart and soul,That will withstand timeAnd never grow old. From my… Read more

  • Three Days in May: Diary of a Barmy Woman who Writes

    Three Days in May: Diary of a Barmy Woman who Writes

    18 May, 2010 – Tuesday, 4:00pm The black dog has been with me for some time now, and even the simplest of chores seem overwhelming. The days slip idly by and I’ve little inclination to do anything about it. I wish I could, and I make mental plans to; but while the body is willing,… Read more

  • Kindred, Kindness, Karma: Journal Junkie Jargon  

    Kindred, Kindness, Karma: Journal Junkie Jargon  

    11 April, 2010 – Sunday 11:23pm I’ve been banging my head against a wall for so many years; I can’t remember when it all started. But I’ll be damned if I give up.  I miss what it was before it became tainted; like everything becomes when money is involved. I miss what it gave me,… Read more

  • The Uncertainty

    The Uncertainty

    I heard nothing until he spoke my name. His haunting voice echoed in my mind as I attempted to get on with my daily chores. The day was bleak. Black birds of every kind gathered in my yard, their screeching unable to be ignored. Had they come to warn me? Had they come to announce… Read more

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