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March 21, 2018

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with you…under white linen sheets.

with you.  under white linen sheets. is where i want to be in bed.  no longer alone. where we lay awake full in love free of heartbreak. wrapped in sunlight where we can live out our dreams in each other’s arms while kissing beneath the stars and chasing moon beams. we’ll smile from the happiness […]

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March 5, 2018

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the affects of altitude.

i have left my heart atop a summit approximately 5,280 feet elevated above the canadian okanagan .  it is there amidst the champagne powder and bluebird skies where diamond days are lived and adventure awaits.  it is there where familiar strangers meet again to converse in out-of-bounds proximity; where life is determined by how many turns you […]

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February 1, 2018

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we …

we fall from grace. we save face. we resolve our faults. we discover unfound flaws. we heal even if we don’t feel. we fall while standing tall. we run despite never finding our stride. we cry in our lost efforts to try. we rise and shine in a gloomy dark. we smile through the pain. […]

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March 31, 2017

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manifested romance.

he is not a potential suitor but your attraction to him is spurred by irrational emotions.  it is neither lust or love — it is merely aching, perpetual loneliness.  the hangover of an empty bed.  sleep with yourself.  an affair with dignity before you can expect another to genuinely lay next to you. “being single, […]

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February 18, 2017

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aunt gladys.

she’s a piece of nature that gladys.  she lures you in with her sassy cat trail, seduces you with her serene view of the world and then slices you down with her hairpin hills. her name is aunt gladys and she’ll send you and your comfort levels out of bounds. a beginner skier i don’t […]

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January 31, 2017

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conversing with a cowpoke.

Patti Smith is my philosophical cowpoke.  She appears in my drifting dreams; dialogue with her occurs  while I sleep.  Much like the “mysterious cowpoke [who] chanced upon in a dream to determine the course of the rock poet’s memoir, M Train,” Patti Smith reminds me, much like her cowpoke does, that “it’s not easy writing […]

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January 25, 2017

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my own conversation with warhol.

i like my alone time.  serene solitude.  quiet moments where i can manifest and ponder.  however, sometimes in my restful respite the odd lad or lass pops in to offer his or her companionship.  he’s an artist or she’s a muso.  he’s a pop culture icon or she’s a rock legend.  i seem to appreciate […]

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December 23, 2016

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the burdens of booze: 150 days later.

150 days.  that is how long i have been sober. to admit addiction is brave. to commit to recovery is courage. to cope with it every day is survival. humans are curious, we experiment. we are allured by drug culture. we spiral in despair but we also stand tall in the light. we heal. we […]

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December 13, 2016

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if our timing is true.

oh, matthew barber, how you make my heart swoon. his lyric, “if our timing is true,” is the epitome of my broken hearted mixtape.  the bittersweet truism of a wild child wanting to love and be loved while remaining free. gypsies are romantics too.  but that’s a secret between me and you. if our timing […]

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November 1, 2016

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long whiskey-fuelled nights.

i’m sure we’ve all had them.  a night when a beer turns into a bender; a weekend doused in whiskey.  followed by the monday morning booze blues.  a pledge to your kidneys that “i won’t do that again [anytime soon then]”.  the somber scroll through your text message history to discover the regretful truth you […]

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