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Sunday Machinations

I’m not eternally yours, life is too complex for humanity to fathom, and the Universe is a mystical construct to play with the minds of humans. So why should I conform to the machinations of the general population? I don’t travel with the herd....

Story of Judith: Part Three

Part Three The Letter  Ritum Recordationis et Manifestationis (Ritual of Remembrance and Manifestation) “Kendra, my dear… On that propitious occasion we met at Erik’s, I spied upon your demeanor as you walked in like you owned the joint. My little...

Story of Judith: Part Two

Part Two Origins  I felt a nudge from behind while in line to place my usual Friday lunch order at Erik’s Deli and Cafe. Radio station KOME was playing cuts from The Cult’s debut album, Dreamtime, as I fished for cash at the bottom of my purse when there...

Story of Judith: Part One

Part One The Witching Hour  The witching hour arrived on a moonlit night at the lake. I had finished preparing my nails for generous applications of clear base coats to fill in the ridges and dents. Thoughts of you imbue my lucid days and nightly dreamscapes with your...
Cautious Optimism

Cautious Optimism

I make an effort to observe humanity from a position of cautious optimism, but I’ve been struggling to see things that way. Cynicism, pessimism, and dysphoria have infected my better senses. I yield to their power without hesitation because I feel the pain. Pain gets...

The Knighting

The Knighting Ancient trees stand tall like stoic guards defending the tomb of an Unknown Warrior. Blue moonlight, diffused under the protective canopy of the woodland giants, illuminated the amphitheater. Birds, gentle little ones that sing morning duets and those...

Sprigs of Tea

Sprigs of Tea Sprigs of Tea When you come out, you quickly discover who your true friends are. The remaining ones are the first cut; of those, the list will continue to disperse into the aether. By the time you see the end of the list, you may have found a new tribe...

Turbulence Reigns Over Me

Turbulence Reigns Over Me Turbulence Reigns Over Me The lake has a way of distracting me from reaching milestones in my life, and I’m okay with that—within reason. Christmas time has dissipated into the aether while Springtime cometh to taunt me. “I don’t belong...
Moonless Night At the Lake

Moonless Night At the Lake

💋 Moonless Night At the Lake The witching hour passed on a moonless night at the lake. I had finished preparing my nails for generous coats of lacquer and gloss. After several days of societal skirmishes, my nails insisted on rejuvenation. I picked up a bottle of Hot...