First Kiss Day – August 5, 2006

August 5, 2015 / Rags / Prose

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I said “Tell me a secret.” You said ” I wonder what it’ll be like to kiss you. I wonder that with each breath.” I promise to kiss you everyday for the rest of our lives, as I have already loved you my entire life!! […]

love letter, memories

Beginning Volume 60!

November 6, 2014 / Rags / A Good Read, Photography

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I’ve been keeping journals since 1993, when my mother passed away. She had always written – her books were filled with things quite different from mine. My mother wrestled for her salvation. If anyone could go to heaven by sheer force of will, she is there indeed. Her volumes were filled with scripture, pleading, despair, […]

love letter, memories, Mystery, nature, paper, photography

Blessed Day

December 6, 2011 / Rags / Poetry, Prose

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In this ancient stretch of earth our lives blink, moments, brief as the lace of snow. To have uncovered you, a jewel richly buried in shadowed soil, there growing, a watered fern, a river rock glowing soft in the ground, moonlight, soul sweet, passion-dark magic strong; your heart, an amulet, such power I can scarce […]

Darkness, Dreams, forest, fragrance, love, love letter, memories, poems

11-10-18 Musings (Western Catalpa)

October 18, 2011 / Rags / Prose

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It was very cold overnight – the first frost warning of the season. The light is beautiful now, yellow and thick, sliding down trees’ trunks and pooling around their ankles like shed clothing. I feel the common longing that possesses me annually in this season – I want time in the trees – time behind […]

autumn, Dreams, fragrance, love, memories, nature, ravens, seasons

First Kiss Day (8/5/2006)

August 5, 2011 / Rags / Art, Poetry

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I longed for your lips, your love, your body, all that is the reality of you ~ until the time of us arrived. Fire for you has scorched through my veins every moment since. Sweetest Angus, I’ll never forget looking into your eyes that day. We sat at the little table where the embarrassed man […]

kisses, love letters, memories

Sonorous Song of Summer

August 3, 2011 / Rags / Art, Poetry, Wasp Paper

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Their song of love echoes electric — they make instruments of their own bodies. The brooch of their abandoned carapace, a horrific delight. I wore them, proud pins, on my childish clothing and in sun tangled hair, beguiled by their terrible claws and bulging eyes– a bejeweled decoration of hot Summer given to me by […]

gems, history, instruments, love, memories, music