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Music and what it brings to the soul. | G-Poppy-G
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Little Miss walking for the first time at Poppy’s! Being Lazy last few days…. Music and what it brings to the soul. Little Miss photo shoot at six months and a year old by Brianne Glover Photography. On Music and what it brings to th…. On Music and what it brings to th…. Mary on Life with pictures….2014. On I have an idea! On Love letter to my wife on Vale…. Little Miss walking for the first time at Poppy’s! Being Lazy last few days…. Music and what it brings to the soul. On I have an idea! I am with you...
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Music and what it brings to the soul. | G-Poppy-G
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Little Miss walking for the first time at Poppy’s! Being Lazy last few days…. Music and what it brings to the soul. Little Miss photo shoot at six months and a year old by Brianne Glover Photography. On Music and what it brings to th…. On Music and what it brings to th…. Mary on Life with pictures….2014. On I have an idea! On Love letter to my wife on Vale…. Little Miss walking for the first time at Poppy’s! Being Lazy last few days…. Music and what it brings to the soul. On I have an idea! I am with you...
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February | 2014 | G-Poppy-G
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Little Miss walking for the first time at Poppy’s! Being Lazy last few days…. Music and what it brings to the soul. Little Miss photo shoot at six months and a year old by Brianne Glover Photography. On Music and what it brings to th…. On Music and what it brings to th…. Mary on Life with pictures….2014. On I have an idea! On Love letter to my wife on Vale…. Little Miss walking for the first time at Poppy’s! Being Lazy last few days…. Music and what it brings to the soul. On I have an idea! Little Miss t...
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turtle memoirs: of marking time & what we worship
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Afraid to trust, turtle abandons shell. Saturday, November 23, 2013. Of marking time and what we worship. In the course of a single revolution moon. Rose and arced, and falling toward earth saw sun, naked. Yawning on the opposite horizon - clouds blushing. Rushed to veil her virgin eyes before he came. Sun, forgetting moon. Inch-wormed across the waiting land, caressed. Each blade of grass, each leaf, each flower's. Every petal, warmed each dwelling holding. Hearts unready to receive their joy. Just real...
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Self Harm | Confessing My Heart Out
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Confessing My Heart Out. Life with a Schizophrenic Parent. Not so sane →. I was in eighth grade in 2008. It was in the year 2008 that self-injury became a physical outlet for my anger and frustration. I had never felt so relieved. That was the beginning of my addiction. In the years that followed, I moved from shards of glass to the blade inside sharpeners to paper cutters. As much as I hated it, I grew my nails so I could dig them into my skin whenever I couldn’t find any sharp object. It turns out I wa...
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Dear potential boyfriend… | faceatthewindow
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Softy Butter Pants or I am sorry I am always so serious. A short story: I believe you →. January 16, 2016 · 10:04 pm. Dear potential boyfriend…. I think it’s sad, the world we live in, because it glorifies sex and makes so little of love…but the truth is that to be fully human, we need both, together, because in the absence of emotion, sex is just two animals, scratching an itch…. The truth is I am soft as butter, like my alter ego, Softy Butterpants! 8217; and that because the people they look at are on...
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A short story: I believe you | faceatthewindow
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Dear potential boyfriend…. My Missing Rib →. January 18, 2016 · 3:46 am. A short story: I believe you. I put my arms around her and hold her tight. I say: ‘I believe you.’ When she is calm again I walk to the phone and dial my mother. My voice sounds like a stranger. Please come, something terrible’s happened.’. I am not here. You look just like your father. This cannot go on. I am sorry. I am so so sorry. How long do we go on like this? Do I know the full extent of her absences? That half term, I decide...
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My Missing Rib | faceatthewindow
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A short story: I believe you. January 18, 2016 · 10:30 pm. It’s less risky to hate. Into the heart of me. Where I already burn for you. We walked through hot coals. And I am scarred. It’s easier to cut ties. Than to swallow them deep. Past a throat suffocated. Where I am silent for you. We sucked in lungful’s of icy air. And I am shivering cold. I first held you inside me? Tightly as a precious stone. Bound by little threads of feeling. Strong as spider webbing. I held the weight of you. Enter your email...
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Dear Dad…Happy Father’s Day | One Old Sage
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Thoughts, Stories, and Bits of Wisdom. Why One Old Sage? One Old Sage Musings. Dear DadHappy Father’s Day. Well Dad, it’s hard to believe that over 34 years have passed since you shuffled off this mortal coil. I guess in your case it was more of a push than a shuffle. A massive heart attack isn’t exactly subtle is it? We had some great times when I was growing up. We had some tough ones too but I seldom think of them anymore. Dad in his dress uniform. I loved going out on patrol with you. Hopping int...
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