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Poetry – please let me go
Please let me go please let me go let me flicker out of existence for a while Let this heart still let this mind be silenced let these feelings fade until I can bear to face them again.
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Short monologue – Time traveler
Why am I leaving? No, I’m not traveling back in time to stop Hitler. Nope, not Mao either. Yeah, that whole holocaust thing was a disaster, but that’s not my assignment. Nope, I’m not allowed to save JFK or MLK, even if I’d love to meet those two. Yes, stopping slavery earlier would be noble, […]
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Flash fiction – red roses
Red roses. A sign of romantic interest, elegant sensuality, and passionate love. Yes, I have received red roses, but mine weren’t accompanied by affection, butterflies fluttering around my stomach, or flirtatious kisses and caresses. Mine came with feminine shame, a statement of sexual entitlement, and a paranoia I just can’t shake. I fear I see […]
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Poetry – Is there meaning here?
Is there meaning here? I stare into space oblivious to all but my own numbness, hoping for a call – a beckoning voice to draw me back from the edge of my self-imposed exile. Drop the feathery gauze from these old, battered lenses and push me if necessary out of the warm niche carved long […]
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Flash Fiction – A Mother’s love
Alone in her mother’s house, she wandered the silent, lifeless rooms, looking for remnants of something she knew she would never find, as it had never actually existed. Yet, she still searched diligently for some secret token, some magical whisper, some buried acknowledgement that what she had always foolishly longed for and sought out just […]
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Personal post – Worst disability of mine
As many of you know, I’ve had a bunch of health problems for a long time. Even as a kid I had chronic stomach, ear, and sinus issues. At 19, I developed my first chronic pain condition. My medical rap sheet is a mile long. But, I’ve NEVER experienced anything as disabling as these chronic […]
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Flash fiction – Old man
Her old man died. She’d never forget that day. Coming into the house after canning peaches all day in the shed, and finding him laid out on the carpet, a halo of red surrounding his head. She’d known he had guns – had often felt safer and protected knowing they were within reach – but […]
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New ACEO Abstract art
Here’s a few “spin art” ACEO artist trading cards I recently listed for sale on my Ebay store. The paint kind of left a little bit of a cracked effect on some of them, which I actually kind of like. Which is your favorite?
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Poetry – Why do i
Why do I often find you staring at the moon with such desperate attraction, only to turn your back towards its soft rays of beckoning light; allowing your frigid feet to stumble forward and embrace the subtle call of the darkness pervading all the shadows before you?
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Handmade bookmarks for sale
I got a laminating machine recently, so I’ve been using it to make some handmade bookmarks to sell on my Ebay ($3 each including shipping). My favorite thing to make the bookmarks out of is old books – the covers, illustrations, etc. Here are the first few bookmarks I’ve made:
Maranda Russell 