Reconnect
Today I rocked, I wrote, I plucked my strings, I nailed a poem called “the little things” and then I did a victory dance around the house, and I don’t mean just on the inside.
Little pieces of Ret’s lore and the back-story to the characters, Ret, Rafe, Cole, and Hunter.
Today I rocked, I wrote, I plucked my strings, I nailed a poem called “the little things” and then I did a victory dance around the house, and I don’t mean just on the inside.
This world loves its labels. So I’ve labelled this “Declassified.” It’s a Ghost’s story for this new year’s night but to the rangers, witches, and wolves among us it is a howl flung in your direction, a notice served, a warning or perhaps a confirmation, a blank postcard from parts …
With my last few drops, Muse demanded I tell you that this one’s best paired with a glass of red wine and Concrete Blonde’s “Bloodletting” and/or The Rage’s “Fistful of Steel” gently lurking in the background… Muse, you’ve taught me so much about wood and stone. I now wish to …
Some loose-leaf poetry from “Declassified,” a ghost’s story. in the still I must refine pull leaves from wind’s stream so to taste them in a curl on the sides little pieces to consider mid-dream in the still I refine in the still the still I must refine the witches dance …
He blew in the winduntil thenwherever it would take himhe leaned into her with abandon andloosed his leavesin her streamshe heard only whisperslong beforehe knewthere was a voice. He blew in the winduntil thenhe had many musesuntil he againran into Her and fellover on his sidebecause he saw beautylong beforehe …
Before the wind picked up and moved on she thought she heard a voice, a new one remembering how to listen and how to speak. She found the boy on a blanket under a tree but he was not speaking to her. Not yet. He was speaking to the tree. …
I hadn’t learned about them in school yet, numbers less than Zero, but by the time I learned to count to Ten I knew that, naturally, they were there holding the rest up. Zero wasn’t doing it all by himself. Or maybe he was. He was certainly capable. Unique as …