say no to clowns

ebullient decay…

I lose myself — June 23, 2017

I lose myself

Yasmin never ceases to amaze and inspire! ❤

yaskhan

I lose myself ...among wildflowers..
I mind-cut through the rust of mundane thoughts...
resuscitating words and laying them out in the radiance
of the sun.

the sun seeps gold
through my hair....awakening
slumberous reflections..

words shape themselves...cutting through the miasma..
my gut goes candid..I retreat into where I bleed alone..
holding on tightly to the unwavering companionship of
my fervor..

an organic wind
carries syllables to me..
I play my pen

a quill haloed by mentors of destiny..destiny slams its 
door..like a zealot with the devil in his eyes.


words course through the 
virgin of my sternere..
I have come home...





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Come sit with me dear friend — June 9, 2017

Come sit with me dear friend

Please come and visit any time. 🛀 It’s like a warm bath in your favourite coffee. (Or, whatever. I just wanted to show some love to unused emojis.)

Go Dog Go Café

I wrote this piece last December for a friend and thought it would fit nicely on this site. I was going to change the name because of the similar name on Gina’s recent posts, but decided it reflects perfectly the kindred spirit we’ve found here. We are all so different with different stories, but we respect each other and hope you will feel welcome here too! Vanessa

~•~

sam_0731

“They I said it wouldn’t happen again,

this flooding”

a sight not to be seen for another __ years.

“My ears filling with expert voices

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Negative — June 3, 2017
it was her — May 21, 2017

it was her

Every way she listened, there were endings.
This weight of pretense had to be shifted.
It was time to chord change them out of the cliché, and even though his music always made her dance, his shadows were not hers.

So she did what he didn’t expect. She brought the pig’s heart.
And they drank the wine…

Drenched… — April 29, 2017