True or False.. All's Fair in Love & War?
That darn blue dress. She hangs low these days and even though we've not worn her for many moons she still remembers so many things; what it was like to twirl, kiss and be kissed, take a chance, to feel loved and adored, to feel betrayed and broken, I think the last time I wore… Continue reading The Blue Dress
I used to bathe in being blissfully unaware. I met you and it was like 8 years of squinting at the light but also sitting in the dark, so untrue of so many truths I used to cling to. Becks in bed looks so different now, she seemingly does not exist, still celibate and I… Continue reading Becks In Bed
Not that Alice, but if you could ask Alice anything what would you ask? This Alice though, she's the one I can't get over: "I happen to love rabbits, especially white ones" - Alice Kingsley When I reflect on my mild obsession with the Alice movies I can remember being very young, sick with something… Continue reading Go Ask Alice
Goodbyes, farewells, run baby run, abandoning and sometimes leaving behind a beautiful wreckage, ships after a storm, my disorganized storm. I've abandoned ideas, pursuits, people, and things - so many things but mostly ideas. Ideas about what it looks like to be, anything. My reality is still me playing alone in my room as a… Continue reading Hello Goodbye Girl
In yet another installment of crazy dreams and demonic behavior, I give you the latest in screwed-up nightmares. The eye of the storm is, not actually the most tumultuous part of a storm, the eye is a region of mostly calm weather at the center of a tropical cyclone, and the eyewall is actually the… Continue reading In Dreams: The Eye Of The Storm
Have I told you about the kitties in my dreams? They appear almost as much as he does. A therapist once told me these creatures represent me and that has both made sense and not over the years. In most cases I am taking care of them, stressed about them...there are almost always two, sometimes… Continue reading Here Kitty Kitty
I don't sleep in our past like I used to, and when I would see you so often your words would become echoes in my dreams, a voice seemingly designed to madden, no longer love but a broken record of torment. Playing the same questions over and over again and a song forming as I… Continue reading and the reason is…
This concept and or idea of there being many parts to us, that we have past versions of ourselves running around inside our hearts, mind, and souls; for me the little girls of my past, little Becky's that were not honored or seen. The idea of playing as an adult is a bit foreign to… Continue reading The Little Girls
My brother is 10 years older than me, and he's been a rock for me at times, well he's tried as I seem to believe I am my own rock but he has tried nonetheless. He's quiet, contemplative, and seemingly rather sad; he's definitely the silent type, much like my Mother - a 'silent sufferer'… Continue reading They Say Hawks Fly Alone
"I always wanted to love Eve as Denny loved her, but I never had because I was afraid. She was my rain. She was my unpredictable element. She was my fear. But a racer should not be afraid of rain; a racer should embrace the rain. I alone could manifest a change in that which… Continue reading he was my rain