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“Magic is wondrous, But ’tis just an illusion, Abra-Cadabra

I love the night! (And the night loves me) The only one awake~ ~As far as I can see   …I listen and I hear All the creatures of the night… I feel like I belong~ ~I feel so ALIVE and bright   I love…

The Garden Papa Built   From scratch he built a garden to behold He tilled the soil at the back of the house Added manure to it and readied it for much – green vegetables, peppers, corn and more All this time, I did not…

Playing Dylan at the cusp of dawn and he’s singing about pain and driving rain This song has not gone too long but I’m playing Dylan at the cusp of dawn. and I’m alone to hear that song but the hours are beginning to strain…

I wrote about walking during the day, as it now noon here. Outside It’s an oven outside The air mostly just hot, still, what you might expect at noon near the summer solstice on a desert island. Onions are frying in ghee for someone’s lunch,…

‘…I go out walkin’ after midnight’ searching for you…’ – Patsy Cline The darkness holds no special or tangential fear for me though it probably should for there is huge difference between the woodlands I knew growing up and decidedly urban environment I live in…

I’ve been running this far, I should not give up, I’ve been running this far, I am asking myself, What’s for? An over-thinker yet ambitious A woman who wants to be independent Yet insecure It’s normal, It’s normal, You don’t have to be okay everyday…

It was written that night would grow teeth unfriendly to mortals and suck their blood. What would be left the prophet calls dust. I read: when it touches the ground, it’d blend with it. What is memory if not a symphony of circumspect? I cut…

I come from the era of sex and drugs And of rock and roll music festivals, cheesecloth and no shoes daisy chains and the sweet-smelling haze of weed I come from money old and new I come from bitter and sweet Of loathing and resentment…