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Better Than Us

There is no falsehood to be found within a fire -neither is there deceit clutched in the beaks of eagles One is too busy in its roar The other, too focused on its soar That is not murder in the... Continue Reading →

The Roaring Kiss

Lying amongst many kisses ..away from shrugs and near misses ..away from pretence or common sense ..is a meeting of lips to end all kisses A kiss that roars and mutes all known sound yet ignites a spark and fires... Continue Reading →

Another 24 Hours

There’s nothing like fiery passion to fuel dreams. It pays to write down your dreams and your goals - constantly revisiting them until a fire is lit. I find it opens the mind’s eye to the bigger picture. There’s nothing... Continue Reading →

The Big Picture

Do you know how to enjoy iced tea thats cools you all the way down to your feet while flames lick at you constantly? It's by seeing the big picture -by focusing on yonder green pastures and celebrating victories before... Continue Reading →

The Fearless

 Blessed are those who’ve been to hell and back -barefoot, they traverse hot coals and still stay on track Blessed are those who’ve been purified by fire -they are observed with glow in their aura -as they cycle through life... Continue Reading →

Summer Lessons

We’ll know as children again all that we are destined to know, that the water is cold and deep, and the sun penetrates only so far” ~ Jim Harrison from Death Again   On those warm sunny days under cerulean skies... Continue Reading →

Throes of Passion

If it doesn't whisper in your dreams waking you up with a racing heart it's not your passion If it doesn't make you burn the midnight oil creating more time out of the ether It's not your passion If it... Continue Reading →

A Letter From Hell

I open the fan inscribed with my sister's writing Many-a-word she has laid bare I read her words for me only - to share "I've been in hell for many a year but don't cry for me don't shed a... Continue Reading →

My Addiction

I'm an addict There! I've said it.. to break it's power over me I apply a tourniquet squeeze tight..... searching..... for my sweet relief From Dickenson to Bukowski words fire their way through my soul I close my eyes losing... Continue Reading →

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