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We Couldn’t Make Them so We Had to Break Them

Tuesday, March 8th (2016) @ 19:11 EST

Feathers and Thorns chapters 9 and 10 posted.

“Farewell Blues”

Just one more time, play those sweet jazz blues.
Nothing vibes like a saxophone crooning a scotch on the rocks.
Nothing hits as hard as the sound of that old name coming around again.
So just one more time babe, sing that song for me.

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Raise a Glass of Wine for the Last Time

Saturday, February 27th (2016) @ 02:59 EST

Chapters seven and eight of Feathers and Thorns posted.

“Anesidora”

I didn’t watch the world begin, but I might watch it end.

The scent of wafting willows on the breeze was always my favorite.
I used to lie on the grassy hilltop, watching cars drive passed as I dug my toes into the cold, squishy dirt.
The night-clouded sky would burst with glorious splendor as Helios’ gift crest the horizon.
Some days I’d simply drift away, until pangs of hunger rumbling in my belly would nag about things I’d forgotten.
But I never gave up a chance to watch Selene draw her blanket over the dusk, leaving a glittery trail of star-crumbs on her way home.

My mistake was a simple one, like most are.
But no one ever cares about who you were when you become the world’s worst criminal.
So they say.

I liked to smile. I like smiles.
The look on another’s face when my supple skin brushes a little too close to theirs.
So close I’m euphoric in a sea of their light, sweet perfumes and colognes.
They shy away, afraid, but then they see my smile.
People are lonely until you invite them into you.

I don’t think I was ever really “evil.”
Evil-ish, maybe, but in the same way–I think–that most people are “good-ish.”
Whether that’s true at all doesn’t change much: I found the jar.

The way hot, cheesy pepperonis stick between your teeth is how I know love.
I’ve met dazzling people–some for whom the word “rapture,” is now reserved.
And there have been some whom I’d just as soon forget, and probably have.
Other things have happened on occasion: sunrises with friends on the lawn, the ocean pier at sunset, so many day dreams I’ll never remember.
But there has always been, and ever shall be, sticky sweet pizza.

When it was all said and done, there was only one thing left.
I’m guessing by now you know what it is.
You’ve heard the story, I’m sure.
There’s just one small thing: I lied.
The jar is empty.

Really wanna know what’s left?
Me. The world’s worst criminal.
Good luck.

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There’s Only Two Ways That These Things Can Go

Sunday, January 31st (2016) @ 22:30 EST

Site was down for a bit earlier for some serious back-end upgrades.
Should be much faster and more reliable now.
Also added some seasonal shiny, but if you spot any kinks, let me know?

Anyway, Feathers and Thorns chapter 2 posted.

Below is the companion piece to something I wrote a while ago entitled Puppy.
There’s always another perspective, even if we never see it.
Because a smile never grins without tears to begin.

“Of Mine”

I walked away from my puppy true,
Because I didn’t know how to be me without you.
But I could never disappear entirely.
Because I am your friend too.

I watched as you wandered,
Seeing both the joy and fear as you pondered.
Happy to be you, but happier as you found my clues.
Because I’m your friend too.

I know this seems cruel,
But if I never let you go we’d both be the fool,
So even though it pains me, I’ll allow this reverie,
Because I’m your friend too.

This might be a mistake,
Taking risks for growth’s sake,
But I can’t hide the hard choices from you,
Because I’m your friend too.

You’re so brave with all your might,
Though when you jumped the cliff you gave me such a big fright!
My heart stopped when I barely caught you,
But I’ll never let you fall ‘cause I’m your friend too.

We almost went down together (and if we had, it’d be okay),
Because no matter what comes at the end of the day,
I’m always your friend,
And you’re ever mine too.

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