emotions


The most impacting people in our lives rarely realize their significance. Especially when their impact lasts long after they’re gone. The strongest influences in my life are my forebears, particularly my grandmother Emily (Grand Emmy.) We share more than our names; she praises similar fondness for, and impact of, her grandmother, Emma. Without Grand Emmy, the depth and breadth of my namesakes’ lives would vanish with time....

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  The truth may hurt for a little while, but a lie hurts forever—especially if it starts while we’re young. Naivete protects, but only for so long. Innocently developing brains absorb multifarious influences that pour into id and ego’s foundations. As we grow our sub-conscience clings to these diverse exposures, sorting the positive and negative to shape our identities, emulating the good and shedding the bad. Truth becomes...

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artisans carved intricacies into its sturdy legs, rubbed glowing wax onto its tooled leather top, and fit golden locks within its private drawers; donning decorous stone-walled castles, silent and loyal, collecting courtesan’s hushed tryst and dungeon’s torture scream, untold mysteries rested with far-flung keys on ocean’s gravely floor; traveling o’er watery tomb one hundred years past, now before a self-bound guarded girl, bitter...

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We’re all here to connect, to find purpose of experience (good and bad), and place of self (also good and bad). We write, we read, we edit, we write some more, we visit blogs and comment hoping to draw more readers to our own blogs but really we just want to connect. Does it matter if I have 2 followers or 20,000? If I want to secure an agent who will work to secure a publisher who will work toward selling what I write for a...

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i happened upon a still meadow where i saw the memory of our bodies loving under the soft white clouds in the bluest of blue skies, i felt the breeze upon my shoulders and remembered the elegant gentleness of your touch, i closed my eyes and felt the warmth of the sun on my eyelids and there you were fluttering kisses from your whiskered mouth onto my lips. nature’s peace now surrounds, tranquil quelling carries crickets’...

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They burned you. I watched your thinning blond hair and prominent nose roll away behind the window of the hearse and then they burned you. Not two months earlier you were at my house for Christmas dinner. And we laughed, and you stayed extra nights because the storm kept you from driving home and I cried when you left even after extra days together, because I love you so very much. Yes I loved you as intensely as a daughter could, and...

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jasmine fire sets tender blaze to the almonds of his eyes, rosy mouth curls, fire lights round the moon of my soul, beckoning unknowingly, digging days for a night’s soul not yet dead. simple bartered pet, portal to purvey, complex petting portends, smoothness of skin tantalizes tracing fingertips, moist lips repose tendencies past, lapse of memory begets shuddering cacophony, desire frightens crescendo’s trust. alas the silken thread...

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one grows eerily accustomed to the waiting, almost immune to the life draining away from them in the next room as if the jaundiced sleeping form isn’t human now that its riddled with foreign cannibalistic cells, slowly eating him alive from the inside out bustling activity beyond his bedroom door feigns significance in comforting his eroding body an ear pressed against the door jamb crack confirms he still breathes and the...

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I avoid the keyboard. An ocean of thoughts swell into waves of ideas, mounting to feverish tsunami. Words and phrases rise and fall, swirling into sentences and paragraphs. The undertow sucks at my feet and pulls me down. I know from experience only drowning awaits; I will myself away from the desk. I must get busy. I must distract myself to kick free. Endeavors to distract deceive like riptides under calm waters. I plant hosta, I...

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