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Embers
She was born with winter in her bones, a frigid wind within each lung. She had skin that rivaled morning frost, her touch a bitter cold that stung. Her only love in life was fire, how it caressed and warmed her skin. She gave her heart to feed its embers, and let it melt her […]
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Photography
I love, LOVE, photography. I love to just dive my focus into pictures. The angles, the compositions, colors, or lack of. It is like, poetry without words to me. I want to find the beginning and the end, of the why’s and silent story of, every frame. Perhaps I am being overly passionate. If it’s […]
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Have-a-Cuppa
“Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords.” ― Richard Brautigan _________ “I know you and I are not about poems or other sentimental bullshit,but I have to tell you, even the way you drink your coffeeknocks me the fuck out.”― Clementine von Radics _________ […]
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VIVO
After the last blog entry, I feel like I need to write something light. Something easy to carry. I have read Marionette, my last post, a few times. It still seems a little, jumbled. I could feel the anger creeping in the more I wrote, I felt like I could not quite get my point […]
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Marionette
You called me mine, forming my shape with the soft round of your palm, I was so utterly shape-able, form-able, naive. You breathed your doctrine into me like you were my God. Manipulating and whispering, until my form was your perfection. i, smiling most ingeniously. You, tying strings to the vulnerable arcs of my bones, making me […]
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