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Broken Appointment

The bitch. I sat there in my usual spot. Fingers poised; ready. Usually, it just flows. It begins as a trickle with me peck, peck, pecking my way onto the page. Then she takes hold and the scenes unfolding behind … Continue reading

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Next?

Today, your hair was silver with a touch of brown sprinkled in it.  Your eyes are blue.  We watched as that old woman patched another hole in her ragged doll’s dress. But I remember the day that I saw you … Continue reading

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In The Zone

Isn’t this a lovely setting?  Most of the time, no matter what my little desk really looks like, this is sort of where my brain goes.  I need the order and serenity around me.  If things in my life are … Continue reading

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Muse, Friend, Companion and Spoiled Baby

I’ve written about my little dog, Rocket, several times here.  He is pretty much my constant companion and a never ending source of inspiration. I decided I needed a proper work area for my writing.  Figuring that I would be … Continue reading

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I’m a Writer

I’m a writer. I said it.  It’s not something I’ve allowed myself to say until now. I’ve been writing off and on since I was a kid.  But the last 5 or 6 years, the keyboard has really called to … Continue reading

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The Spark

You knew what I was like without you. You knew the mess I would be. I collapse. The pale light of the stars is of little solace. No encouragement. A captured moment dissolves between my fingers. Meaningless. The spark, oh … Continue reading

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My Muse

  You are the well from which I drink. Each breath with you is retched and welcoming. Your presence can cleanse or stain this heart. You are a curse, yet I must have you. I need you, though I despise … Continue reading

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