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Free Form 1 | Torches On The Crossroads
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Torches On The Crossroads. Where the fires burn. Unlikely as it seems,. Beyond the silence of the sea,. There lives a dream that can never be. It feeds upon the realms. Of possibilities that have been. Left out to freeze. Change comes when you are down. On your knees;. Kissing the very tips of the trees. There is no harbor. Only the silence breathes. Click to share on Google (Opens in new window). Click to email (Opens in new window). Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). March 13, 2015. A mar...
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I am a Poet | Torches On The Crossroads
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Torches On The Crossroads. Where the fires burn. I am a Poet. I am a poet. My words speak my truth,. And, no one else’s. Each thought leaves me with the umbilical still attached. It isn’t easy to let your eyes see me with my legs this wide. My blood is on that digitized screen of yours;. I make enough for all of us. Click to share on Google (Opens in new window). Click to email (Opens in new window). Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). I am a Poet.
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Tuesdays with Morrigan: A Rush of Wings to the Brain
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Tuesday, October 2, 2012. A Rush of Wings to the Brain. You close your eyes and hear thundering hooves.a rush of raven wings tickles your cheek and blows your hair.it sounds as though the caws of a murder of crows are calling your name. You are in the presence of The Morrigan. So what's this blog going to be about? Am I going to teach people how to commune with The Morrigan? You will learn that I am an ardent feminist, an equal rights advocate, not always politically correct, a bit sarcastic, quite nerdy...
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Ode to Starbucks® | Torches On The Crossroads
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Torches On The Crossroads. Where the fires burn. In need of coffee. We queue for our fix. Bring me the frothy delight. Surround me with chatter,. The hum of grinding,. Music I’ve never heard. Teach me a language only the angels behind the digitized screen will comprehend. Hues of viridian and burnt umber. Serve as the flag of this land of morning. Here I feel at home,. I feel content,. Click to share on Google (Opens in new window). Click to email (Opens in new window). February 19, 2015. I am a Poet.
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Tuesdays with Morrigan: Running with Macha, or That one time, at Beltaine...
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Tuesday, October 16, 2012. Running with Macha, or That one time, at Beltaine. Before this, we had resorted to wrapping eggs in underwear under our bed (in a box covered with cherubs and red ribbon, no less! Using ovulation predictors, and "trying" as much as possible. No baby. A good friend made us a fertility poppet (shout out, but I don't wanna use your name to get people to read my blog! Can I tell you- Holy Crap, She works fast. What did I do, you ask? Next, I whipped up an herbal blend and sprinkled...
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Torches On The Crossroads | Where the fires burn | Page 2
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Torches On The Crossroads. Where the fires burn. A moment of Grace. Quote of the Day. Memories of Malcolm H. S. Archer. Emporium, London, 1998. Poem: Inspired by Jim Daniels. I am a Poet. By Broom or By Sea. What I ramble on about most:. Goddesses in world mythology. Great Goddess of Teotihuacan. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License. Notes from the Trees. 2nd black out ofthe day at work #paythebill. Please stay in line #EveryVoteCounts.
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Tuesdays with Morrigan: Mechanical voices in my mind...or not?
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Friday, October 5, 2012. Mechanical voices in my mind.or not? Yesterday, as I was lolling about in bed (pregnancy makes me lazy) I clearly heard a mechanical sounding male voice say "Hello Kristen." I've heard voices before, that part is nothing new.the odd part is that when I returned the greeting, there was no further communication. SO- where does one go for answers? The Internet, of course! Was it my baby trying to say hi? If so, why the mechanical voice of a grown man? October 8, 2012 at 3:33 PM.
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Poem: Inspired by Jim Daniels | Torches On The Crossroads
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Torches On The Crossroads. Where the fires burn. Poem: Inspired by Jim Daniels. Last week, at a campus party,. I was raped. I think. Someone put sneakers in. The wash. The noise from. The machine is giving me a headache. Next to me a friend is chatting on. About some guy she met. Like. He’s the best thing since the iPhone 6. Her eyes are bright and wants me. To share in her excitement. I woke up with. And fuzzy flash backs. Of the night before. I couldn’t stop crying. In bed. Her voice shakes. Pamphlets ...
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Emporium, London, 1998 | Torches On The Crossroads
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Torches On The Crossroads. Where the fires burn. Emporium, London, 1998. At the Emporium in Kingly Street. A girl in a pleated tartan mini and over the knee socks. Sways to the drum and bass. Her body moving with abandon to every beat. Drinks. Are poured for patrons at the bar. And bouncers with earpieces keep watch. While the girl’s arms move in. Semaphore formations. And, sweating. Like she’s just run the Flora,. Like she just finished a spin class, took a hit. August on the east coast of the US. Eyes ...
