My lids are heavy. My brain churns thoughts. I run for home, spooning with dog. Exhaustion. I am aggressive and stalwart.
Category: Kindred Circle
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Solitary Respite
Closing the spaces I once shared. Closing the trust I once spared.
The Soft Bloom Of A Dying Pinwheel
Wind comes, leaving half torn remnants of color, a pinwheel once moved by breath.
Kaleidoscope
Fear is an illusion. I invite these intrusions to include truth, even if it hurts you.
Ghosts Of the Forest
"Ghosts of the Forest", an encounter with a grey alien and her baby.
Blood Shame
What does my face look like when I cry? Un-pretty, swollen blood red eyes.
Anesthetize
I wonder who you are anymore as your voice echoes dismissive screams disguised as suggestions.
Holding Wishes
What is it like to be granted a wish when your first kiss was laced with bitterness?
The Bah Humbug Weapon
Musing on Christmas worshippers' self-absorption, urging them to consider non-worshippers’ perspectives and respect their choices.
Girl With a Gun Series # 121
Photography serves as an emotional language, allowing intuitive connection and interpretation without explicit planning or audience.
The Cult Of Consciousness
In a chilling journey through manipulation disguised as spiritual healing, a predator cloaked in kindness appears. This isn’t just a cautionary tale; it's a rallying cry against the wolves of New Age deception. Protect your light fiercely.












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