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Oct.04.2012
At the beginning of this year I sat down determined to write and complete my first novel.  With a pen in hand I found a quiet place and began writing ideas, when something interesting happened. Out of nowhere, but obviously divinely placed, the words Human Trafficking ...
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Jan.02.2012
  I cannot measure my happiness by my monetary make up;the make up of my happiness speaks, touches and feels. I cannot measure my wealth by my assets;my greatest assets have lined more than just pockets. I cannot measure my beauty by the weight on the scale;the scale has never once told...
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Dec.06.2011
Sitting on the crook of my neckis the warmth from your soft kiss.The tingle beneath my skinis brought on from your embrace. You speak of rainbows,without moving your lips.A language only we understandcomforting as the darkness falls. In moments when I miss our place,my hand holds still inside your...
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Nov.29.2011
This March I have my second collection being released entitled Threads of Life. This is very different from my first book Dreaming in Darkness which was more of a volume of poetry and didn’t have a primary story or theme.  Threads of Life follows a series of bad...
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Nov.23.2011
We tried this and it failed. The fencing from the outside seemed solid and pure, newly polished and ready to shelter. We made a life with intertwined lips and laced fingers. There is a remarkable spark that builds in your toes and bleeds out your palms. I tried and failed. We tried this and it...
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Nov.16.2011
  There was a bleeding that happened,when your hand slipped silently from mine.Narrow brooks lead to an ocean of sunshine –and I never quite got there.I’m always more in the spotted rim of your eye,keeping me from where I ever wanted to be. In a past moment – you had me. The sewn lips and...
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Nov.09.2011
Do you ever catch yourself caught between breaths and waiting for something to happen? For winds to change in directions that fill empty rooms and blow breezes scented with new beginnings … I do.  I sit with toes curled beneath soft blankets, feeding on the cold that is nipping at my nose....
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Nov.05.2011
  I am part of a fun group of panelists that will be working to find a winner for the inaugural Golden Goose Award being brought to you by my publisher, Winter Goose Publishing. Join Drew Kimble, L.M. Stull, Rachel Thompson, and Lori Hettler, as we and...
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Nov.02.2011
Standing, still unsung,are the lyrics your name creates.Remolded by the sun,reflecting from your face. Building, still unheard,is the rhythm of your breath.Sweeping up the sail,that beats heavy beneath my chest. Sitting, still unsaid,are the words upon my heart.Melting on my tongue,and falling to...
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May.06.2011
  There is a series of failures that tug at the coat of a writer.  They peek in and wait for the well to run dry or for you to lay the pen down a final time.  We sit and look at our heart that is woven into words of gold, and wonder why they have not made it to the Oprah Book Club or NY Times...
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Mar.23.2011
There was a moment in time – when I thought dirt made you clean, and water dehydrated. My stars were raindrops and my moons burned to the touch. The wind pushes me forward, and I have learned to swallow again. The twisting versions of time, and the space that floated between, now glow with...
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