Word is that some words don't exist. Maybe, it's possible....or maybe I'm simply losing it. All that I am, all that can be fighting between drug-fueled dreams, and hectic realities. Tell me, my dear, what is the time the white rabbit has gone, and I haven't had the guts to follow since I last read … Continue reading Forgotten Project #9: Insomniatic
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Facebook Short Poetry Series #15
In dreams we searched for it, fantastic fantasies of whimsy that lead down paths that never knew of potholes skid-marks, or memory ribbons. We sang, we danced, and were unafraid of the tightness in our chest because we knew, we knew, it wasn't illness, or fear, it was happiness, it was Joy, it was peace. … Continue reading Facebook Short Poetry Series #15
Day 10: Early Morning Repairs, Late Night Shifts, and “I” States”
My 24 hour days are something like my calendars, completely off but utterly normal in my mind. My year starts in September and ends in June, with two months just floating around for my own amusement. I never quite understood why January marked the beginning of the year. It comes in the middle of a … Continue reading Day 10: Early Morning Repairs, Late Night Shifts, and “I” States”
Day 8: Frantic Phone Calls and a Heartbreak Moment
If anyone has been paying attention to the news there was a significant amount of tornadoes and storms brewing in my neighboring states. Actually, the tornadoes formed a U-shaped pattern around me, hitting multiple states except my own of which I am grateful for since I am not up to re-enacting a scene out of … Continue reading Day 8: Frantic Phone Calls and a Heartbreak Moment
Faith Taryn Davies 