This week I signed my first two poetry books upon request of two beautiful word appreciators. Never in my entire existence as a Writer have I ever imagined signing a book. I understand that book signing is a normal thing for authors to do... but then again, I certainly don't classify myself as a "normal" anything. Just a girl who needs to spill my brain on pages in a feeble attempt to grip sanity. The coolest part of the entire experience was...
Clara doesn’t know that the letter she thinks is in her handbag waiting to be found landed on the floor of the hypnotist. It was the last thing he read before dialing her mother. “She mentioned Samuel? Do you know who that is? You must contact him as well. Please... quickly...” As Samuel’s feelings developed for Lyla, he disagreed that they keep it from Clara. “We need to be honest with her.” Lyla regretted telling Clara the moment...
(story intermission) 679 posts. Countless nervous breakdowns. Splashes of poetry. Multiple chapters. ... a bit of progression. Dear Blog Tribe / Cult / Family / Keepers of all things Divine I LANDED A JOB IN MANHATTAN AND START SEPTEMBER FIRST!!!! New York City!! HERE WE COME!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!! I woke up this morning with these exact syllables tossing from my tongue: "NO! I do NOT want a COFFEE! NO! I do NOT need to take a shower when...
Clara has sought many places to go deeper. More than crystal streams and woven baskets. Wherever she looks lately, she finds an extra thread. Like everything else, her memory does not seem to be what it once was. What do you see? People have different theories about what happens when you die. Lyla was brave enough to test them in a new way. "Cover my eyes. I'll hold my breath." The attraction of seeking how close you can get. The compulsion to...
They say the answer comes naturally if you ask when you sleep. Not before. Not after. During. She regains focus with a name on her lips. Wrapped in lace. It is something uncommon. Something she wants to speak without knowing to who. No conception. The viridescent realm of her barefoot travel was scented with young flowers and fresh rain. Sounds of nature supported the low Bach hum vibrating her chest from the inside out. A distant waterfall. A...