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“It Has A Name”

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It invades my sleep revealing spiritual carnage beyond description. Battles rage on both sides of the veil. Eyes change color as they pierce deep into my soul. What first appears to be stable and solid morphs into its true form speaking words of ancient rituals that echo in the wind. Sinister music plays as it […]

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The Importance of a Simple Physical Card

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“Do you have anything from your dad?” someone recently asked me. A simple question  asked of me about a dad that died when I was very young. A simple question that has stirred up  the passion I have for handwritten letters, journals, pictures and handmade cards . The answer is yes. I have one treasured,  […]

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Worth Repeating

Just thinking…..If I were to react with extreme anger, personally attack, belittle, or threaten a person because they openly choose to believe in and worship the tooth fairy wouldn’t my reaction be considered silly and uncalled for? After all, maybe they are crazy or simply misinformed to believe such a lie. If they told me […]

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Someone asked me

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Someone asked me about my nightmares how they affect me and what helps… writing helps—- it is cathartic for me.cath·ar·tic [kəˈθɑːtɪk] adjective noun cathartic (adjective) providing psychological relief through the open expression of strong emotions; causing catharsis: The stench of this world grows stronger with closed eyes The sounds of hell heightens as the damned […]

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They Promised

Silence is the better of all worlds. Someday you will learn but not today. Today you need to share. Today you need to talk. Today you need to heal. Today you need someone that will promise. In kind concern and with a sympathetic expression they lean in and vow never to repeat what you share. […]

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No title – just rambling

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I snapped at someone today. I’ve apologized but that doesn’t change the fact that I did it. I have noticed it happens more often when I am fatigued. That is not an excuse just an observation. If I could sleep without the dreams and nightmares maybe I would feel better overall but they’ve plagued me […]

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A Daunting Task & Is It Worth It?

Through the years I have written hundreds upon hundreds of poems, short stories and misc. ramblings. Over time many have been lost or destroyed including those that I personally destroyed at the time of my husbands death. Reading them made the memories unbearable so, in my grief, I thought it would lessen the pain if […]

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