Archive | February 2019
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There’s no sex in your violence ~Bush Her hair was gone. Her long beautiful hair, hair she used to brush every night seated in front of her vanity mirror with the mission oak frame polished to a high shine. She loved the lustrousness of the thick locks. They shined in indirect light like the moon […]
I’m a blonde so excuse me, I’m a blonde, I get crazy. ~Bridgit Mendler Bilye sees her hand slowly move up, index and middle fingers extended, gently curved, and twirl in the air. A slow rotation then after an awkward hesitation glides up. She tilts her head slightly, makes a motion as if tucking long […]
Walk on through the wind \ Walk on through the rain ~U2 She feels his presence before arrives at the table, her table, directly opposite her. “Please…please…don’t…do not sit here. Find some other place to plant your sorry ass.” Four count breath in. Seven count breathe out. The breathing technique is one she learned to […]
People who always arrive early aren’t worth waiting for. ~Crystal Woods It was another rough work day for Bilye. The new boss was a micromanager sucking all joy from his work. Today she was beyond the pale. They, her team including Bilye, held a weekly check-in on Tuesday mornings. Her five direct reports and her, […]
The truth is of course that there is no journey. We are arriving and departing at the same time. ~David Bowie Magdaline enjoyed the life of a consultant artist. It gave her the freedom to take a half day and enjoy the gorgeous weather. Throw in a good book for company and it is near […]
During times of universal deceit, telling the truth is revolutionary. ~George Orwell America has regressed into a post-truth apocalypse. It is not only one party. Both the Dickocrates and the Repricklicans speak twisted truths to manipulate emotions though dRump has elevated post-truth to high art.
One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious. ~Carl Jung When I picture darkness, I think of my internal life, the place from which thoughts rise like smoke, thoughts cloaked in shadow, perfumed with evil.