Category Archives: Prose

If You’re Happy And You Know It

I’m happy.  I don’t really know why, but I feel really good.  My life is going well and I’m just… happy! Maybe it seems strange to you that I would talk about happiness this way, but I am so grateful … Continue reading

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What is a Writer?

I’ve seen several people’s description of a “Writer”.  Looking at Dictionary.com, it says that it is “a person engaged in writing books, articles, stories”, etc. It also says it is a “person who commits his or her thoughts to writing”. … Continue reading

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The Heart Never Forgets

My fingertips forget the stubble of your beard. My lips forget the corners of your mouth. My eyes forget your gaze. I can forget the scent of your skin. The rush of my blood when your hand touches mine…forgotten. But … Continue reading

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A friend in Need

I don’t usually repost something.  But recently another blogger brought this post of mine back into focus.  It’s a tribute to my Best Friend. Recently this Best Friend has discovered that with her illness, she will not get any better. … Continue reading

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Search

The exhaustion overwhelms me. The search, never ending. Once, you were at my fingertips, but slipped away. I found you in a smile, or so I thought. My illusions tease me. The image like waves on asphalt in summer. Your … Continue reading

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Kiss Me In The Rain

This one has been rattling around in my brain in bits and pieces.  I feel pretty good about finally getting it posted!  I hope you enjoy!  Kiss me in the rain. Love washing over me. Flames no downpour can extinguish. … 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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