We are only human, but admittedly some of us are such a beautiful mess. Published October 26, 2012. Splinters of desperate ache pierced deep into her soul bereft,. Half in love with the searing agony and emptiness he left,. Enigmatic and intricately intimate trails of lonliness she felt. Whispers of promises bled white into the broken air,. Echoes of unbearable memories when he still lived and laughed without a care,.

My Book of Little Thoughts. Rants, Rambles and Other Stuff. Publication news and a little something else! Rants, Rambles and other stuff. The paper is called the Express and Star.

Inspirational, Romantic, Spiritual and Humorous Poems. Dear anyone who would happen to read this after almost two years of non bloggingness. Poetry is calling to me once again. So if any of you .

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The Day My Shoe Went Untied. Sex is our last chance. That we learned from our TV screens. We reach out to grab it, now that we have it.

Stepping Stones and the Zen Master. I kept walking in the great expanse of old broken sticks, fallen trees, dead fern and dried up riverbeds. There was nothing left to this side. It was dead, and with each step came a deep sadness. I shuffled along the dry earth looking for a way to escape it. I walked for several hours, head bowed and heart broken before I reached the churning clean river.

The pin on the promise I made about a day outside in spite. Of the seamless sun drenched skies, and the sound of a. Intermittent bird song delivered to me by a sympathetic. Summer breeze, I decided to remain welded there between. Cheeks and couch, and do bugger all but enjoy the company.

Roaring Ladies Who Write About The Seventeenth Century. Saturday, 6 May 2017. The Hoydens and Firebrands regret that this blog is now archived. Over the years it has provided a fascinating resource on all things seventeenth century and will continue to remain live and fully searchable. Thank you to all the contributors and our followers. We hope you will continue to follow the books and doings of the individual. Monday, 6 April 2015. In the 17th century a refined young woman might wa.