Raw Earth Ink
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Tag: Writing
The Tree
There was this hole in my heart. Not a bullet hole or an old stab wound. It was a hole dug in the dirt, old broken roots poking out here and there. Dead leaves and moss on the top edges, becoming darker, richer as… Continue Reading “The Tree”
Goldie is a published author! (REBLOG)
This post made my entire day! Read the story behind the writer of one of the stories found in Static Dreams!! via Goldie is a published author!
I Am Origami
I pulled all your old love notes out of the special box I keep tucked away in the closet. I haven’t read them in… well, a really long time. Every so often I’ve pulled it, the box that is, down and held it in… Continue Reading “I Am Origami”
Denied A Simpler Fate
dipping her toe first into the surface of the deep pool of black on black ink, she shed her robe stood momentarily shivering in the cool forest air, bright moonlight dappled across pale, pale skin and long tan curls before closing her tear-filled eyes… Continue Reading “Denied A Simpler Fate”
Ocean Scenery
There aren’t many places in the world that make me happy more consistently than the ocean. Or, perhaps, the beach by the ocean (because let’s face it, I’m not out in the water… it’s Alaska, for Pete’s sake). It’s the smell in the air.… Continue Reading “Ocean Scenery”
2:06am (Insomnia)
We were laying on the bed facing one another. Our breathing slowing as we had just made love and it was intense and deep. We were looking into each other’s eyes and I reached over and gently stroked down the side of your face… Continue Reading “2:06am (Insomnia)”
Déjà Vu
Today I feel naked and vulnerable and more than ever I wish I had his arms to lie in. I need him to lift my chin and speak sense into me and tell me I can be exposed before him. Everything feels like I’m… Continue Reading “Déjà Vu”
One Could Dream
When I woke up this morning, I reached over for you. You weren’t there. I sighed and reminded myself that, oh yeah, you were at work, had left a few hours ago. I drifted on the edge of sleep for a few moments before… Continue Reading “One Could Dream”
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