Exorcised.

All I remember was slurring words and hyperventilating, and I wasn’t even drinking yet. First came the demonic slurs and then came the hyperventilating and crying deep, guttural cries from depths I was unaware existed. I don’t…or, rather, I didn’t even believe in demonic forces, although I believe whole heartedly in light. I’m not religious…

Fluent.

Divine intervention met me between the two coasts, on the edge of reason, sitting on the fence between a paycheck and my wildest dreams come true. Yet, I sat. Am I stupid? No. I’m calculated. I see the biggest picture. Not bigger. Biggest. It takes many steps, one further still and two behind yet. Many…

You Needn’t.

You don’t understand. In your misunderstanding, I sought out validation that these people came into my life for my highest good, so please, go ahead – misunderstand me. You needn’t censor me. In your censorship, I found my voice, so please, go ahead – censor me. You needn’t feel apathy toward me. In your apathy,…

Trains of Thought – Chasing Euphoria.

Chasing Euphoria – Excerpt | 6•15 Have you ever tried to catch up to a really good dream? One that’s written before you like the proverbial carrot on a stick? Literally? Chasing after one is like doing a backflip in the mind though, so beware. You end up right back where you started and in most cases, a…

Parallel Universe “Me” Kicks Ass!

I’ll tell ya what! Parallel Universe “Me” is kickin’ some serious ass! My dreams are off the hook lately and thoughts become things, so I fully expect to find home, queendom, kingdom, and greener grass. I expect reconciliation with a side of sticky, entertaining love. All set to the Sound of Music. Some day, beyond the…

The Rise of the Phoenix.

It was all true, wasn’t it? It was all true. The Dreams. The engagement. The searching. The flying. The unconventional dentist. The abundance. The travel. The warnings. The MIB. The FBI. Someone was coming for me. The Prophecy. The magic. The blind woman asking me to ‘tell your husband what it’s like to be home.’…

Hot Off the Press!

Tomorrow, my Father and Mother are taking me out to prep for the Firebird Festival in town. It’s a Festival in town that celebrates the legend of the Phoenix, where the community comes together to build an enormous wooden bird, sell arts and crafts for the holidays, eat good food, have fun and burn it…

Honey | Stigma Fighters Anthology, Vol. 3 |11•16

I couldn’t comprehend how Spring would bring new life when my heart was still buried in last September, decaying under the memories of you. But, Spring has come and gone and Autumn reigns again, bursting forth colorful displays that remind us all that there is beauty in the breakdown and life in letting go. Like…

Last Call | 11•16

I know why I stayed at the dive bar down the street until last call, despite my better judgement. And by last call, I mean five months too long, not hours. There are no more last calls for me. I said my goodbyes whether they knew it or not. And not many in that bar…