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The Risks
In the end, the risk is always worth it. Continue reading
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Consequence of a Lonely Heart
The thought arose midnight somewhere between the witching hours of deception and the sparkling thighs that rubbed away what was left of her common sense. Ignoring the blanket stretch of solitude reaching for the sweat dripping from the threads of her hands the thirst of her shadow descending from the heavens like an angel waiting… Continue reading
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Our Deepest Fear
…is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? Your playing small does not serve the world. There… Continue reading
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Separation From Blogging
The sun had not completely set on my first night away before I was flooded with post and story ideas. And by the time the sky was overspread with blackness and poured into my bedroom, I’d written two poems already. To what do I owe this sudden flood of inspiration? I suppose it’s because a… Continue reading
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Give Me Some Space
I’m afraid this blog is transforming into something I do not want it to be. That there’s a cloud here that visits every time I publish a book. It lingers over the tops of our heads like an annoying conversation that will not end. How did we get here? I don’t want to write about… Continue reading
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