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Double Barrel Lover

Finally. My sweet readers, I thank you for your patience while I was ill for 3 weeks. I’m happy as a lark to finally have time to sit and type out all the work that has piled up in my notebook, and blessed to have the space to do so. #archivecoffeeandbar My deepest thanks to you all for humoring me since Day One. I know I say this a lot, but I must MUST emphasize that each and every one of you are a gift, and I am grateful for your support! Loves and more loves! ❤ Happy weekending! ❤

In Sickness and in Health

Mini Poetry: When the Time Comes

Hey guys! Quick survey! I made a “mini” of my poem from two days ago. Would this be something of interest for y’all if I started making minis of my longer poems and listing them on Etsy? Thanks in advance for the feedback! ❤ MUAH!

Blink Blink…

#WeGotOurselvesAKeeper Yeah. That actually happened hahaha. Any writers out there care to share a memorable *blink blink* moment? We’ve all had them. Of all kinds. What’s your (humiliating/brow-raising/infuriating/etc) experience? We all love a good story! #BlinkBlinkWriterMoment BEGINS! Whether you were on the receiving end or you’ve dished it out yourself, I would love to see what kind of hilarity will ensue! Cheers!

When the Time Comes

My Unconditional Lover

Home sick. Wake up. Cough. Shower. Cough. Groan. Stare at myself in the mirror and sigh because I know it’s going to be a long day. Wallow in self-pity. Walk into the kitchen to make breakfast…and find this waiting for me. #MyLifePoetic In seeing this gesture…I’m (duh) overwhelmed. But I’m also reminded of how quickly we forget that there are people who care for us deeply (I know I’m certainly guilty), especially when we aren’t looking. People who love us without limits or expectations, reminding us that it’s going to be okay. I pray we all see and recognize that kind…

She Was A Tall Glass

Found this little gem tucked away in my notes from this summer…

Losers Weepers

Haiku #110

*Star-Crossed Fool* Series. My dear, foolish lover….the star-crossed sky is no place to look when she is standing right before you. Do not look up and dedicate the stars to her when you should be dedicating your all to her.

Would You Stay If I Asked You To…

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