A DESCENT AND ASCENT INTO MADNESS A decade ago I made a commitment to myself and a promise if I could write my deepest, darkest…
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Precious heart you don’t fool me Not everyone is good, not everyone is kind Precious heart do not worry your sad little boombox beats Or…
Leave a CommentPlease do not underestimate the fragile girl who has been broken. The grown woman inside has climbed the barbed wire, jagged and cut, bleeding deeply…
Leave a CommentTo never forget the page. The page carries me when I cannot stand, crouched in fetal position on the bathroom floor. The page dreams the…
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Wake Me, I’m Dead Dreaming By Jacqueline Cioffa I rip you to shreds with my bleeding ink spot leaking heart pride I hate you, I…
Leave a Comment“Burn me with the brush and indifference; scatter my ashes to the wind under the prettiest summer’s eve and her blazing, pink sun.” – Jacqueline…
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Sideways Dreams I love it when the clouds swirl and swish about in different directions, knocking angrily against each other in the sky. The clean…
Leave a CommentFrom time to time you’ll see Stolen Moments show up on the blog. Words forgotten and misplaced, poetry, anticipatory memories, prose, joy and sorrow, pensive…
Leave a CommentSifting through blog posts working backwards I found this. Family memories shift and time changes but the love can never be deleted and a home not a…
Leave a CommentWaiting on Oprah I close my eyes and can almost see the perfect fairytale life I envisioned in my wildest dreams. Dear Fantasy (Oprah), “I…
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