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Songs of My Life: April 2017

April, the month, saw the birth of April the Giraffe’s baby. Finally. Yes, I stalked the internet waiting for that giraffe to be born. April also had my head in a fucking god damn tizzy. I swung back and forth between “fucking hostile” and “fucking crying”. Finally, toward the end of the month, I landed…

Full Moon Feelings

I feel the full moon pull Longing for you Aches of the heart Muscles that no longer feel I feel the moon in my bones It tugs at my soul Crushes my spirit Leaves me full of holes I feel the full moon pull Deep inside my soul Anger and heartache Tears and laughter Ends…

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March Haikus

Three months strong for three little lines! As I’ve said before they’re part of my morning routine now and enjoy this writing exercise. I’m proud of them all, even the bad ones. You can follow them daily on Twitter. If you missed them or if you’re not on Twitter, you can read them below. March 31 Always falling stumbling breathing…

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Songs of My Life: March 2017

I’m not sure what the rhyme or reason was behind the music of March. Listening I would feel the theme would be “X” and then a song and half later, I’d find myself saying, “no it’s Y”. So I am just going with here are 15 songs that represent me at various points of March…

Is there No Standard Anymore?

As Pantera sang in, “Walk” … is there no standard anymore? Well, truth be told yes but also no. This post is for all the dads out there with little girls or even teen girls. A bit of wisdom from a daughter who was reminded of standards on a rainy autumn night. To the Dads ‪I…

A Ghost in the Raindrop

A Ghost in the Raindrop A ghost in the raindrop Lives within clear walls Unseen by all but only seen when it falls A ghost in the raindrop Tears down wicked walls Unheard at all but only heard when it hits on tin A ghost in the raindrop Collects in the cracks of walls Unfelt by all but…

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February Haikus

Three little lines with a minimum of seventeen syllables have become my morning routine. I rather enjoy this writing exercise. Some move me while some are not so great but I’m writing every day and that’s all that really matters to me. You can follow them daily on Twitter. If you missed them or if you’re…