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the words
When you love someone who is being abused…
This post is in response to what a blog follower felt in response to a poem GwenAnn wrote called "nothing left" but it goes out to the friends and family members who see someone they care about being abused... Abuse is far too complex an issue to address in a few minutes but there are... Continue Reading →
Honoring My Past Self
It was early 2020 when it started. Everyone in the world held their breath as an unknown danger spread across the globe. That is when the isolation began, and the earth shattering silence of the deep and dark... But unlike most of the rest of the world, my isolation wasn't because of the pandemic, it... Continue Reading →
“DIY” ~ My Life’s Soundtrack
This song dropped this morning at 12:00 AM EST and I had already fallen in love with it when I saw a teaser for the first verse on Instagram. It is gritty, and foul mouthed, and raw, and has so much ugly truth that too many women I know understand. There are women who get... Continue Reading →
What Comes Next
Last week I did a thing… A terrifying, horrible, awful, powerful, empowering, glorious, beautiful thing. I told the truth about someone who abused me for the legal record. Not all of it, just a few of too many things because the prosecution felt that the whole picture was too much. And I do understand. There... Continue Reading →
even under ice
even under ice shoots of green grass grow stronglyseeking slivers of sunshineundeterred by winter‘s coldbe thou like the grass ⁂ ⁂ ⁂ Tanka, the muse Inspired by the birds singing outside and the green under sheets of ice.
winter
winter once seemed a sad wasteland both dead and bare everything in cold darkness yet the grass grows under snow to bird songs ringing ⁂ ⁂ ⁂ Tanka, the muse Inspired by the birds singing outside and the green under sheets of ice.
your youthful shyness
your youthful shynessand nervousness makes me blush every single time ⁂ ⁂ ⁂ senru (haiku about a human), the muse
8760 Hours.
Perched in a chair with my messy hair in a bun and my eyes focused on the homework due the next day. He beckoned for me to follow him into my room and as usual, I obliged. I knew what would happen next because when he wanted my body he got it. I was face... Continue Reading →
The Cycle.
Love Desire, safe Devotion, fidelity, intimacy, perseverance Manipulating, exploiting, betraying Unbearable, insufferable Abuse
Cowardice is Not Love
Written by: Anonymous This article was written by someone who wishes to remain anonymous but who is in the middle of deconstructing. GwenAnn and I have edited it some for clarity but it remains the work of this anonymous author who had something to say that fits into our philosophical discussion of deconstruction but who... Continue Reading →
The first moment
From the moment she first laid eyes on him she knew. He was in his late 20s and fit. He was clearly from a bigger city than the one they were in that night and his urban look made her worry that the feelings she had of dread were because they were different races. That... Continue Reading →
the kintsukuroi life 