WIP – Niagara – Chapter 7.

It should be known that before you read this, if you choose to do so, that this book has already been written. I am just now putting it all together, piece by piece (each piece is from a different year, which absorbs completely different outcomes and is one of the reasons I find it hard…

Forevermore.

You cannot ask me to come clean against judgement that no one has experienced before, especially when you know nothing more than they do themselves. Although, they have judged. Many times. Many places. Many years ago. They sit there, standing for us in solidarity, yet know nothing of our suffering. It’s blindingly and erroneously hypocritical…

this or that.

If this really a glitch in some twisted digital display, I don’t blame anyone for wanting to bow-out early. I have. Many times. Maybe we are A.I. castaways from a future we didn’t intend to invent. Gaming was never my thing, anyway. If I were to set out to play the game, why not do…

The Library | Dream.

The writing’s on the table and he saw you there before … pulled up a seat for the unbound and humiliated whore. Or they said, as you walked red-faced down the aisle, saturated with books and wisdom beyond their tattered piles of waste and haste and everything that stuck like glue in world where they…

Note to Self – Let Not One.

Allow yourself to climb from the darkness and embrace light. Let not one tell you when you are standing on sacred ground and have healed. Decades are enough dear, and it is now time to wipe away the dust and ashes, and to reveal the beauty in your scars that have healed over. You have…

Reiki – Let’s Get Real.

I have never once experienced a Reiki session that didn’t leave me with a feeling of complete and utter peace. I have had distant, hands-on, hands-off. I shook in some, cried in others and saw visions or have heard messages in all. Since some of you may not be familiar with Reiki, let me just…

Webs of Crimson | Dream 2014

“You have to do this!”, her sister’s scream trailed off through the dust cloud billowing a veil between them. It was too late, her sister had been taken, snatched up before she had a chance to say goodbye. The stone cut like glass shards beneath her skin and the dust, like poison, as she gasped…