Chapter 81

Fostering animals in need for over ten years; Please spay or neuter your pets; Stories from "The Arizona Humane Society" when I worked there; Going to be a veterinarian or veterinary technician before my spinal surgery due to not being able to get published; Barb Rabe: Co-Founder and President of "The Arizona Chihuahua Rescue," which you can support by going to: http://www.azchihuahuarescue.org/; Also "Remember, when shopping online please use the "Arizona Chihuahua Rescue"shopping page at AdoptAShelter.com. It’s easy, it’s free, and every purchase you make earns more money for us to help the dogs!;Good friend writer Jimmy Reed's segment "Notions of the Damned" where we just finished the first book of his series " A Thousand Years of Darkness: Empire's Fall;" Readings from "Asylum;" Thinking about doing a Halloween show (my favorite holiday); Planning Chapter 100; Contact me in regards to experiences for the 100th show and for my Halloween show (ghost stories, etc.)-I'll share a ton of my own too; Many and much thanks to all of my listeners; I love you all!!!! :)

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Chapter 80

A chapter filled with the effects of sleep deprivation; Happy to be my "age;" Staying out late; One of the reasons why I used to drink so much; Sharing "We,James" with a pretty awesome focus group; Finding and meeting new friends; "The Lords of Salem" and "Insidious: Chapter Two;" Fellow horror author Jason L. McPherson and his novel "The Gorge"-you can find him at: http://sporepress.com/content/gorge; Good friend and writer Jimmy Reed and his segment "Notions of the Damned;" Reading from "Asylum;" 31 pounds; Listening to and recording chanting for my 100th show; Finding peace and focus; Love to all my listeners!!! :)..<3

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Chapter 79

Happy Friday the 13th!!!!!; Ghost stories, horror books, movies, and general things afoot; Seeing things since a very young age; Who and what inspires me and/or motivates me to create as a writer; "We, James;" The "magic" of creating a story; The morphing process of wanting to become a better individual and a better writer; "Pictures in a book;" Talented metalsmith Karen and her Etsy shop "blondiegator
BaubleHead Jewelry Design" (you can find her at: http://www.etsy.com/shop/blondiegator and https://www.facebook.com/pages/BaubleHead-Jewelry-Design/521524814540065; My good friend writer Jimmy Reed and his segment "Notions of the Damned," which includes the reading of the first book of his series "A Thousand Years of Darkness;" Reading from "Asylum;" 30lbs; Busy days ahead; Outlining chapter/book five of "We, James;" My 100th Chapter, and looking for submissions-you can contact me through my page at "Myriads of Thought;" Much love to everyone!!!!

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Evening thoughts.....

Rewind
Think
to the beginning
before you
were born
safe and secure
clicking
black heels
dragged
from the grave
how
sound
light
in the cool
morning air
hands
clasped behind
my back
I follow
through
the thicket
out

Humiliate
Fear not
what you
have yet
to do
it is only
through
these words
pink cover
stranded
over black bed
how easily
we forget
what we used
to love
our pet
the grinding
teeth
bicycle wheels
the Queen of Hearts
rolling down the hill
neck by neck
still

Mold
The stench
it fills
lungs
deep
lift
up
and
down
carpeted
by
the sick
sweet
smell of
sweat
I
push
off
from the side
of the pool
my legs
kicking
waves
spreading
in the deep
end

Stranger
Pressed up
back against
the wall
his arm
leans over
my shoulder
charm
drowns
out his
words
The blade
runs thick
and deep
I slide
back
his lips
still against
mine

Spell
Small red candles lit
raw remnants stuck within teeth
Say the words and fall

Prisoner
Feet
tucked
rolled under
slid
stars
shed their souls
and walk
the plank
sharks hover
in wait
before
the blood begins
hands tied
the body rips
through the
air
the seconds
pass
crash

Clip
Over
out goes
underground
pause
press play
record
stake
ruffle
ruffle
burn
down
hard

Here's a few more.....:)

Legion
Cryptic
the seas
overturn
one
by
one
shadows
bloom
independently
clicking
together
their heels
red ruby slippers
the corner
frames
are blurry
but there
is a noticeable
difference
cast
to the tint
loose
and
wiry
cold
to
the touch
stacking dish
upon dish
the empty cup
collapses
it had no where
to go

Miracles
Scabs
fall off
delicately
white water
pushing them
back
from the cut
placing them
into a clear
crystal bottle
filling with
holy water
the furies rage
the cape
covers
the mad dash
towards
the night
how can
one be
so loyal

Forgotten
Lovely
water springs
on every beating
petal
climb
with wings
to bear fruit
the carpet roars
with the heat
of another
climbing the
long
passage
home
set into
darkness
however
foul
tone
hushes
the room
pulling
into a corner
all that was kind

Roof
It's all
or
nothing
it won't
happen
it's
always
a chore
always
an issue
can't ever
just get
a
break
I am
the difference
the stranger
in the
bed
reading
the newspaper
upside down
while tea
spills
on the floor
murky water
pressing into
the carpet
licking at
the wounds
I rush
towards the
back
bedroom
lock
the
door
and curl
up
in to
a
ball

Punch
Licorice twisting
thick white band types out my name
black and blue comet

Frost
Apple slices
soaked
in
rum
the pastry
waits
afternoon porch
saucer
and
cup
the white wicker
of a rocking
chair
I nestle
you in
for a long
nap
cotton
underneath
your head
the roses
alongside
of the house
have failed
to bloom

Vows
Scissors snip white gold
blue light shines on her finger
wipe away the tears

Chapter 78

Discovering our male, and female points of view; Listening to your inner voice when writing or creating; Being androgynous; Primarily writing male characters; Living in a hot house; Being kidnapped as a child; My first memory of cherries; The courthouse, and the four story window; Being stuck in Phoenix (for a reason and a purpose that I haven't truly figured out yet;)A fan of dark skies, and stormy weather; "We, James;" The fabulous and fantastic Amanda Marie, and her glorious shop on Etsy: "Amery Studios"-(you can find her at: amerystudios.etsy.com, amerystudios.artfire.com, amerystudios.storenvy.com;)Check out her awesome "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" pieces too-Plus a special coupon code for her Etsy shop is included in this chapter for all of my listeners; My good friend writer Jimmy Reed, and his segment "Notions of the Damned" where we are continuing with the first book in his series entitled "A Thousand Years of Darkness: Empire's Fall;" Reading from "Asylum;" Meeting new friends; SGI Phoenix Pride Booth @ the Phoenix Rainbow's Festival (listen for dates and times-I'll give you more information when it comes closer);My 100th chapter; Much love to you all!!!! Thank you for listening!!!

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7....

Grandmother
I haven't been home for years
feet dragging
against
a
cold
muddy
floor
shards
of
glass
fine
pure
slitting up
I press
my fingers
to the cut
it rocks
again

Press
Open
speak
the words
they do not
haunt
me anymore
it is
the vision
of your face
swarming
honey
tight
black
eyes
the heat
rages up
again
and all that steel
melts away

Knees
Quick
thumbs
and fingers
drags
over
the empty rocks
there is a tune there
shackled
to the curb
we lift
the corpse
up high
she sinks
into the chair
eyes closed
and the wandering
begins

Ornaments
Glue uneasy wrap
the puzzle comes together
crisp tree bending branch

Streamers
Little feet
pausing
on the gray
I smile
as you
stand tall
blue
over crisp
yellow
the parade
is gone now
but the band
still plays

Reverie
Click second countdown
paper the trim so empty
bowls full window closed

Ice
Netting the web deep
one heart dribbles slippery
pulling the curtain

Chapter 77

My battle with going over 28lbs; Bad knees and hoping to not have another surgery; Finishing chapter/book four of "We, James;" My desperate search for a large scanner; Kinko's manager John helping me out; Making your work personal; Working at making doing what you love your job; Amazing artist Nikki and her shop "LoveRoot" on Etsy-You can find her at: http://www.etsy.com/shop/LoveRoot and http://pinterest.com/loveroot/loveroot-s-etsy-shop/; Good friend and fellow writer Jimmy Reed and his segment "Notions of the Damned;" Reading from "Asylum;" My 100th chapter; Much love to you all!!!!

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Chapter 76

My home has become "Lost" Central; Listening to your writers intuition; Reading tons of graphic novels and comic books, and loving it; Working on finishing chapter/book four of "We, James" (I had some minor rewrites to attend to;) Working on my 100th episode; Trying to find the right words (during the entire chapter/episode;)World Traveler and artist Holly and her Etsy shop "tuscanroad" at: http://www.etsy.com/shop/tuscanroad; You can also find Holly at: http://pinterest.com/tuscanroad/, http://tuscanroad.blogspot.com, http://www.facebook.com/pages/Tuscan-Road-Designs/87318699378, and On Twitter as well; The wise and creative Tracy at her shop on Etsy "DivinaDivaDesigns," which can be found at: http://www.etsy.com/shop/DivinaDivaDesigns; My good friend writer Jimmy Reed and his segment "Notions of the Damned;" Reading from "Asylum;" 28lbs, and many sincere and humble thanks to my listeners....much love to you all!!!!
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Chapter 75

Speaking about an event that most people stay away from: Horrific evil; Good and bad adventures in Germany; My father and the baby elephant; Breaking my "writer's block"; The Haunted Haus and Garten; Staying at 22.5 pounds; My bad knees and being skinny as a rail as a kid; My 100th episode; Finishing up the fourth book/chapter of "We, James"; Reading 5-6 books a week; Why we don't have company anymore; Corey and Jack; Having seizures in public; The beautiful artistry of Shawna Lawry and her Etsy shop (especially her sterling silver spoon rings) "Treasure Grotto," which you can find at: http://www.etsy.com/shop/TreasureGrotto; Her work is stunning-mention my name if you buy one of her pieces, so that she will know that you heard the show :); My good friend writer Jimmy Reed and his segment "Notions of the Damned;" Reading from "Asylum;" Much love to all my listeners-I am humbled by your sincere love everyday; Off to get some sleep!!! :)

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7 more...:)

Broke
In coarse grass
where secrets lie
he lingers
how rich
the comet
that drives down
staking
bit by bit
eternally muffled
by the dense
hard cold
ice
sifting
in a square glass
an empty room
the smell of
bright gray
nestled
in the frame
of your house

The new year
Wrinkled
I grab
the shirt
from the depths
of my bag
its stitching
is coming
apart
in places
that I
can't sew
too often
I pass
the window
never looking
inside
sweep
the fine glitter
from the floor
and pull up
rolling

Outline
Close
indigo
pretty flags
all in a row
pick the meat
off the bones
sitting
still
the rolls
of silk
pleated
secured
pins and clips
gestate
and create

Motel
Blistering bones white
heat sticks through old carpet run
tack down picture frames

Morning light
Braid over
cereal crumbs
the sticky
sweet
cinnamon
from last night
milk split
on a round
kitchen table
sinking spoons
butter on toast
alarm rings
coffee dripping
tea brewing
in a large
kettle
paper
pen
pencil for errors
draft
erase
set in pen
remember
from the night
before
brain spinning
in the vastness
of the world
plunge into
the soft spongy surface
and start again

Flies
Floorboards split open
footprints hovering in salt
lines open crawling

Happy
Pop
crunch
chew
giggle
in the sun
over nothing
in particular
brush your teeth
in the river
under a tree
there is a bright future ahead

A few words....:)

Height

Palm

twisting 

turning

reaching

but 

I 

f

a

l

l

how close 

to be 

to something 

so wonderful

the air

rectangular 

and proud

it beats still

new 

against my chest

with all the shadows

casting their eyes

down

to the beat

of my heart

Eat

Can you?

curious

it is in the folds

of conversation 

that we disagree

wrinkles around eyes

my hands are beginning

to look the part

the rushing wire

it empties 

about the stream

over a distant 

moon

where 

no one 

lives 

anymore

how bitter 

are the seeds

that hold

such sweet fruit.

Normal

The plain

beige couch

sitting against

the white wall

oh how 

the colors 

will rise against

that

which they do not 

understand

and call upon

their efforts

to change 

and enhance

strange 

as it is

to see 

them do 

their work

without eyes

to see

bulbs 

of light 

press into 

the skin

blistering 

from the pain

and all 

is right 

with the world

Cruel

How do I part with you?

restless feet

wandering across 

dark purple sheets

the touch

never happens

kick

but 

in my mind 

there is 

an endless supply

of emotion

like a wavering sea

this is who I am 

for always

Rope

R o u n d 

rhythm of speech

vowel after vowel

the warped mingling 

of words

yelled across

the hallway

in one 

straight

line

cautiously

opening 

locked door

the bitter sun

cruel with lack of 

integrity 

speaks 

syllable after syllable

leave me alone

there is no reason

to burn

the fire 

is beneath 

my feet now

and all that aches 

is the rush

of my mind

Smoke

Footsteps tile down

there is no warning from hate

bare skin kisses out

Dead

Reading tombs 

of silk thread

perch 

legs bent

blood beckoning

born for this

jump

Chapter 74

Went over an hour (wow); Catching up on things and playing the waiting game; Breaking a small episode of writer's block during a three hour tozo; Getting Chapter 100 all set up and ready to go-still looking for more experiences involving Buddhism (mostly SGI, )spirituality, anti-spirituality, etc; Hoping to be able to record my district chanting for you guys :); Continuing "We, James;" 22.5 pounds lost; My good friend writer Jay Wilburn and his short story "Super Dome" which you can find along with all of the other amazing writers in the book "New Orleans by Gaslight" (http://www.amazon.com/New-Orleans-Gaslight-Brandon-Black/dp/0615801188/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1377587600&sr=1-1&keywords=new+orleans+by+gaslight) which you can find-as you see on the link above-at Amazon; You can also find Jay at: https://www.facebook.com/writerjaywilburn?fref=ts; Fabulous and amazing artist Megan from "DrakonsLair," which you can find at: http://www.etsy.com/shop/DrakonsLair; Megan made one of the pieces of jewelry that I NEVER take off-it is AMAZING!!!!; You can also find her mother's shop at: http://www.etsy.com/shop/fairyqueen59 and at:http://www.etsy.com/shop/shadowfairyqueen; Plus, you can find Megan on Facebook at: https://www.facebook.com/pages/DrakonsLair/214321886010, http://www.artfire.com/users/DrakonsLair, and http://drakonslair.ecrater.com/; Writer Jimmy Reed's segment "Notions of the Damned" and the beginning of his cool story " A Thousand Years of Darkness: Empire's Fall;" Reading from "Asylum;" My first experience of fear that I can remember; Being a horror writer from birth; Good fear and bad fear; A coupon for October (tune in for that one) for "DrakonsLair"-I'll have it in October for everyone to use.

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A few new bits....:)

Sleep
You climb
red
rouged
ravenous
tall
steps mounting
heavy handed
I hold your waist
there is only
a second now
of time to spare
before I forget
everything.

Soup
Pause
look down
over streets
so soft
cotton wind
the gentle rustling
of broken things
trying to mend themselves
remembering what
hope could be like
on a cold winters day

Tide
Shell
hollow
send a message
to those I love
tell them
that I am not lost
only
waiting for the word
to become whole
again

Forgive 
She passed the sugar
barely meeting
the fragile touch
of what was
something she loved
spin and stir
my spoon
in the coffee
the visions
will come soon
telephone her
and tell her
to come
at once
through the hooded path
down the maple steps
across the bridge
her heel
momentarily
sticking
in the wood
freeing it
and grabbing the fire
to watch it all burn

Spark
Pain
the dirt drips
red and sticky
choking the wind
black pitched
and sirens call
how lucky to set
the alarm
the lowest fall
first

Purpose
Crows downward spiral
Shifting imagine the worst
Lucky to be five

Grave
Fingers tapping down
Hit the cold night down harder
down down into ash