Chapter 109: "Push the Process."

Black mold; The stuff of nightmares; Being accident prone; "Aliens" and "Predators;" "Ghost of the Robot;" Pushing the process when it comes to writing; Much thanks and love to you all for making me feel a bit better; The astoundingly talented Lynn Marston, who you can find on Etsy at her shop "TheDeadDance": https://www.etsy.com/shop/TheDeadDance on 01/2/2014 and whose work you can view at: http://my.hgtv.com/halloween-ideas/Indoor-and-Outdoor-Decorations/Halloween-Dinning-Room/detail.esi?oid=9276688; The amazingly awesome (yes, I can use that word-I am old enough) Anastasia Holt of "MadAsAHatterCreation" who you can find on Etsy at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/MadAsAHatterCreation; Shout outs to "Rae and Craig Enslin. Craig is an artist who does custom designs, he goes by the name Robert Quill, and Rae is he equally talented wife who makes BEAUTIFUL cameo jewelry called Kreepsakes;" A final shout out to "ProxyPrints" who make rocking t-shirts on Etsy at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/ProxyPrints; Good friend and excellent writer Jimmy Reed and his segment "Notions of the Damned;" Reading from "Like the Universe Gasping for Air;" Lots of love to all of you and thank you!!!! :)

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Passing the night........

spiral
why wait
this is
the perfect time
to carry out
our plan
walk
down the stairs
everything
will be
waiting for you
in infinity.

punish
the quiet
feels good now
object to object
portion drawn
this cold feast
save the richest
for last
and hang them
high in
the meadow
where there
is no god.

pears in a meadow
if memory serves
I've never been
enough
you retreated
often
and without fail
limiting me
to what used to
appear as your charms
but now I know
all of what
you spoiled
glen after glen.

last times
put your arms
around me
draw me in
tight
press your lips
upon mine
the chill
from the room
empty
i carry your coat
across the floor
tighten my dance shoes
and twirl once more.

charlie
there isn't a call
a complete speech
of servitude
for all
there is just
me lass
walking crooked
down the hall
grab me a drink
a scotch if you
would please
and follow
me in
for the story
of yer life
after the fire's dead
and the sot fallen
from the heart
of my child's bed
I'll tiptoe through
the sparrow and
fall down
near supper
in that old
swamp water ground
send me your postcards
of all your plans
and feats
and trophies
just the same
I'll share them
with those rebels
without a heaven
without a hell
who emptied
their pockets
soared straight
from Big Sur
into turbulent waters
waving back
and laughing
settling into the wet
and sticky sand
and slide in'
pouring feet
first
I never saw
him hold his breath
that day
we told him not
to do it
but he walked away
flipping his tie
into the Atlantic
and gaining speed
towards his destination
unknown by all
who rose that day
to their computer
screens
but he had made
the right choice
the wind is high
tonight the world
is a factory
running like a
skill
running like a
blueprint set a'flame
have you eaten yet?
he asks
she shakes her head
do you like Korean?
I never had it before-
I'll have to trust you-
he smiles
with the upper hand
given to him
by the departure
of a great man
someone to whom he
depended upon.
The train
comes at five
best be on it
watch the
empty seat
through the window
that is your
window
that is your
seat
there ain't nobody
to make you
stop now
run for the seat
and protect the
bursting delight
of the moon.

Nip
multi-wheat bread
peanut butter
butter slightly softened
tea
touching the tip
of your tongue
on cold winter nights
when all we had
all we ever have
are each other
this is
the quiet
and still
it is
the beat
of my
heart
and all
complexities
along
its path
stirring
in sugar
the drum
clicks
hard and slow
as if a pin
the spoon
settles down
on granite
I do not hear
it drop
only
the whisper
of my name
pleasant
and placed
takes me
far removed
towards droves
of trees
pressed pine
ears to
the ground
slumber before
the day breaks
silk.

bank
Place
that which is
delicate
into a bowl
I'll wait
time means nothing
for me
I do not
grow old
and wrinkled
I stay
the same
as now
take
your time
and think
what makes
you happy
draw from
those memories
of long ago
I see them now
once you were smiling
and it was
not filled
with caution
you were happy
it meant something
to you
to close
your eyes
and whisper
something
beautiful
creature comforts
the warmest
of days
pass
wink
and
grin
laugh
I'll protect
what you have
I'll keep
this bowl
safe
it shall never
break
I'll remember
when you need
to look through it
again
lost soul
stuck in a maze
of lush green
grass
and pointed
pits of
delicate flowers
I'll know
when
the door needs
to be opened
to flood
it all back in
bitter bite
drip
drop
soar
I promise
to keep
your home
strong
to believe
more than
you will
to hold your
hand
until the moment
passes
and then to
release
again.

Pick
humility-kindness-revolution
friendship-look-only me-book-bloke-adore-adore
Beacon-adorn
beautiful-ugly
pretty-stepsisters
honor-pride
peace-hope
sweetness-sweet-sink-ness
pink-polka dot
blue-book-look
xox-yellow-zero-uterus-violin-wipe
Just
sink-baking
stove-dearest
settle-simmer
baby-dear-stir
about-battle-ice-pulse
girl-hobbit-nope-oxygen
joke-queen
kid-rise
lame-two
move-star
two-wipe

cement
morning
quiet and perched
the lepers
have no fear
they climb
the walls
investigate the crime
of touch
before the fingers
meet
before the heat
stink in the mess
of old fabric
placed lips
in lies

hide
beware
monsters live here
they hide
with their
wide eyes
and calm
perspectives
they climb walls
and cut chains
their fingers
claws
keeping time
of what most forgot
how small
life seems
blink down
close your eyes.

Sea
I dream of you
now
your eyes
pouring blue
pebbles in a pond
the fish
press their fins
to the top
I am never there
I am never here
only a memory
of what once was
soft and secret
a clue left
in a field
of gold daisies
in a broken patch
of wild
green
spoken for
by no one
alone
swept by
the current
waiting for
your ship
to return

space
alone
the breaking
I wonder
what is wrong
-me-with no one
to place
their arms about me
to touch me
in the growing cold
I made the rain
white walls
that fall
into empty seasons
picking peaches
with machine
made hands
I crawl
on the ground
and begin
to search
for life
why am I
so hard
to love?
playing at noon
bend
and
cross
how often
the moon
agrees
that I am
lost to this
pink
give me
sleep
blink
give me
rest.

protect
how do I call
what makes
me ache
human only
never perfect
treats me kindly
press that
which you hold dear
to your open heart
and shout
it to the rooftops
summer
will start again

curse
it only
beats now
every minute
as if
it is waiting
to stop
peaches
set in stone
sweet blocks
of frozen miracles
how soon
we forget
the sadness
that fights
and feeds
against the wall
wants move everything
cripple him
beat him down.

rapture
how full
be us lovers
in the moment
before the
night ends
of talk
and whispers sweet
of faint
I love you's
and grand gestures
of forget me not's
and kissed lips
sore to the touch
haunt me
let these nights
go wild
with abandon
and furious
recklessness
sparkle in
my eyes
like no other
ever in my sight
so that
in my darkest hour
I will draw
from the memories
of you
and smile once more
before the hands of death
take me
and make me-his.

enemies
be patient
there are sharp eyes
drifting in bowls
like fruit
how quick
and nimble
they pretend
to be
the feast
of crows
break bread
with the devil
on nights
such as these
when the wind
whips harsh
at my window
and plays
with my hair
oh yes
burn all memories
burn them down
shut their eyes
and gore them out
with a sharp stick
beat them
until they are dead
and all
that remains
is the
charred flesh
of their
silent hearts.

closed
how deep
do I dream
from the fear
of you.

cleaver
clever
cut crippled
cut cornered
there is no mercy
in the bright
light of day

storm
Flower
stream
wide
the devil lies
quick
cross
the field dear
grab my hand
there's no fear

high
nestled in
these dreams
hunt
cradle blood
built on
destruction

pending
pull
places
over
swim
in the moon
huddle
close

Chapter 108: "I'm proud of my Geekdom."

Happy Holidays to one and all; Explaining the rest of the hospital story; Gift giving-which means receiving more books, which I don't really need but want; For the love of all things "Spike;" Talking about my "suicidal tendencies"-I am perfectly fine most of the time; If you're in Phoenix, Arizona and want something yummy to eat check out the "Spoke and Wheel" at: http://spokeandwheeltavern.com/; The sweet and delightful Martha De Montanaro Hoyo & Yannick Savard of the Etsy shop
"LindaMunequita
Meaningful jewelry"-check out their very personal jewelry collection at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/LindaMunequita and listen to this podcast for a special coupon to use in their shop; Two of my favorite shops: "AnamCaraGifts" and "RedDeerGrove," which are both run by the extraordinary mother and daughter team Sherry and Laura and their fabulous fragrances which I could literally swim in-check them out at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/AnamCaraGifts and https://www.etsy.com/shop/RedDeerGrove; Dear friend and fantastic writer Jimmy Reed and his segment "Notions of the Damned;" Reading from "Like the Universe Gasping for Air;" Traveling around the world; "We, James;" Much thanks for listening!!!!! :)

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Chapter 107: "Suicide Watch."

Fame; Realizing that you are the writer from "Sinister;" Being the antithesis of beauty; Ugly from age five; Would I replace myself, and become a "surrogate;" going into that suicidal place; Forgetting to tell the story about the hospital(for next time;) Being afraid of death-except if I am becoming a vampire; Dogs barking; Being a wimp; Medication; The talented and precise Kate Striepen of "katestriepenjewelry," where one can find "handmade Chainmaille, Gemstone and Crystal Jewelry" at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/katestriepenjewelry; Find the magnificent Elise and her Etsy shop "KerfuffleLipBalms"-get her products before they go HUGE which they will-they are awesome at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/KerfuffleLipBalms; The amazing Ira Ochacher and his "death metal fest" ("Florida Death Fest 2014") on Saturday March 22nd at Club Vision; My wonderful friend and writer Jimmy Reed and his segment "Notions of the Damned;" Reading from "Like the Universe Gasping for Air;" Working on issue six of "We, James;" Happy Holidays to all and much love to you and yours!!!!!! :)..<3

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For...........

Fish

I wish for you

more than

the beating 

of my own heart

or the rise

and fall

of my lungs

in mid breath

staring into 

your eyes

I realize

the purpose

to everyone

and

to everything

I surround myself

with the beauty

that are your arms

and nestle 

into a dark kingdom.

pauses

those desperate

(for claws)

root out

the flesh laid still

vulnerable in flight

their wings cut crisp

burning eyes

so careless

a creation

the gasps of air

fill

and 

flood

in a panic

recognized

only as 

sleep

sheep

fall.

Copy

mimicking

your movements

your voice

in my head

that slight accent

the choices 

of your words

make me gather

my sinking heart

and pull it ashore

from the wind

swept currents

there isn't

enough time

to say everything

to do everything

to be with

always

in the midst

of this

our restless world

Moby

I regret nothing

only hope

to see

to feel

to hear

the pounding

of your 

(amazing)

heart

typing furiously 

in my head

tell me all

everything

I have the 

rest of my life

to learn

teach me until

the great white 

whale

springs from the sea

Sessions

quick

(run)

short

(fast)

hindering

(on the pace)

lips racing

do what

you will

Attend

All seen 

is forgiven

a clean slate

of dew

on a rotten apple

core

dug out

worm crushed

companion

(loved)

Coats

closing

(off into the darkness)

(off)(into) (the)(cold)

(warm)(Dark)

picked up

with kindness

and kept

at the foot

of the bed

where with baited breath

waits for possibilities

of love-desire-

provide me your hands

so that you

may hold

my heart

in the cold

to your chest

Lace

How

sliding down

one shoulder

my blade

nestled in skin

the bone 

exposed

to you

careful 

fingertips

gentle to 

the touch

intimacy brought

by the linking 

of fingers

kiss to sleep

shine

A

how I want

to write 

your name

like a schoolgirl

with a crush

all over my 

notebooks

press deep

into the fabric

of caution

and tear away

what is left

of my fear

expose that

nerve

brush

how the taste

makes 

me smile

the hours (Hours)

over 

and 

over

upon the 

white 

taken in

by that smile

turned over

softly

and 

slowly

and 

gently

the rush 

in my veins

fire now

as sparks

begin to flood

my brain

and the world

secretly comes

to an end.

progress

the fragile

habitat

that is

pale 

freckles

curls or cut

short

to explore

and define

bone structure

and silence

the smallest

of beats

make a song

STAGE

banished

and beat down

climbing into

the safe haven

of a warm bed-

It's only now

with things like this-

that I don't care-

(here, I lost my ability

to care years ago)-

the end is recycling itself

making motions

unpleasant

and now

we

play the part

it can't be all me

I haven't even learned

my lines.

Fossil

inside these ringlets

of truth

a shadow

prevails (prevails)

something sharp

brought down

in anger

the steam 

from a ship

ever present

in the air

of restless abandon

the stuff of legends

they will talk

and spread

like phantoms 

and no one

will take shelter

in the storm.

waiting

underneath the surface

a stone

set in glass

underneath the wiry dirt

a picture frame

buried

underneath a rocky surface

cold

from the heat

silver iodine

salt set in oranges

suck and sway

the carnival ride begins

and all those who enter

flee

underneath a timeless 

snow

wield

can you see

the streets

empty?

the clouds

have departed 

now-

against the 

roots and bulbs

becoming to 

be born 

ti become 

what they 

were meant 

to be

a slaughter

for the queen

coal

i dug

a hole

and climbed

down inside

until my knuckles

were raw

and bleeding

i did not call 

for help

to ease the pain

i only surrendered 

to my agony

and what i thought

was lost

fell back

into my hands

again

wrestle

settle

d

o

w

now

    a

    r

    married

           n

            t

        b oots

                a

                 n

                   dreams 

                              o

Gate

Do you always know?

strip the wood down bare it clean

free eyes cold and dead

handcuffs

pull off the layers

and tell me

what you see

rocked down

in the baby blue

and damaged eyes

set stars

their nails broken

and cracked

why pursue

?

get me

a green light

to flood the town

to empty all of our

crucial dreams into

the sea 

and 

sink.

sunset

the beauty (?)

that flies away

into small discs

into the center

of the sky

to shoot now

and to 

ask questions later

please don't go

near the old bridge

the blood is never

dry

this time of year

and they'll be looking 

for another

to move silently

before

the day breaks.

Crush

caught up

on silk thread

beating

battled

an excuse

for the crime

lock up

seal up

Beware

there is no rejoicing 

here

to the poor 

and the pitiful

help is on 

its way

guidance to 

change the

world

it is dawn

here now

as I slip

into bed

the weary 

wanderer

(wonder)

playing 

with time

crushed.

Chapter 106: "On the risk of being omnipotent."

Fate: represented by the area of dialogue in the original horror movie "Halloween;" Being vulnerable; The several stages of writing, and of the audience; Turing cynicism into good thoughts; Memories of my father-tap dancing on a tile floor, etc; Butterflies and lost souls; Looking for that best friend; Listening in on conversations-being a people watcher; Reading from "The Human Voice" by Anne Karpf; The cool and Gothic Nina Pitocco and her store "NiNiAndTone" which you can find at Etsy: https://www.etsy.com/shop/NiNiAndTone, instagram ninapitocco, and find at the RI store "White Light Books" in Cranston-listen for a coupon code for her store for 15% off; Also, check out "AdornmentsbyDebbie" for some beautiful and unique designs on Etsy as well-and you can find her at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/AdornmentsbyDebbie, facebook.com/AdornmentsbyDeb, TWITTER: AdornmentsbyDeb, PINTEREST:
http://pinterest.com/debbie_2011, and latest shop on Etsy: "Debs Closet Treasures," which you can find at: https://www.etsy.com/people/debsclosettreasures; Awesome friend and writer Jimmy Reed at "Notions of the Damned;" Reading from "Like the Universe Gasping for Air;" Happy Holidays to all of you and your loved ones!!!!-And as always: Thank you for listening!!!!! :)...<3

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Chapter 105: "Unfortunately, art is subjective."

Happy Friday the 13th Everyone!!!-(recorded on Friday the 13th;) Art is subjective; Having harsh critics; Developing a thick skin; Sending off many thanks for the supporting messages, and e-mails; Putting my heart into everything that I do; Being told that I "scribble" (years ago;) Supporting fellow podcast "The Radio Adventure
Club" (Ryan Scott and Mr. A.M. Rogers, who you can check out and support at: radioadventureclub.com, facebook.com/RadioAdventureClub, and find at: Twitter@Radio_Adventure-They have "new episodes every Monday;" I have so many words for this next interview: warm, witty, wonderful, sweet, talented, inspiring, and awesome in every way
Síle Murphy and her Etsy shop "UrthForged" in which she creates "sensual. earthy. eclectic. organic. body jewelry" and you can find her at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/UrthForged, www.urthforged.wordpress.com, and www.bodyartforms.com; Great friend and talented writer Jimmy Reed, and his segment "Notions of the Damned;" Reading from "Like the Universe Gasping for Air;" Always open to being contacted through abnormalentertainment.com; Much love to you all and many thanks for listening!!!! :)

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Chapter 104: "Do what you love, even if it scares the shit out of you."

The first issue of "We, James" is ready for submission-Sending it out everywhere I can; Being afraid of being "normal" and losing out on what you love; Changing ideas of love throughout the years; Watching "Stranger than Fiction" and realizing a few things (including the death toll of my characters-who am I Josh Whedon or Karen Eiffel and how many Harold Crick's have I had over the years?); A short story of mine being published; The sweet and sincerely talented Krista Joy and her art dolls, which you can find on her Etsy shop "ButtonBoxGifts" at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/ButtonBoxGifts and at her website: www.kristajoy.co.uk.; The funny and amazing artist Nicholas Ivins which you can find on Etsy at his shop "NicholasIvins" (which happens to be empty now because he is attending art shows,) but you can find him at: www.nicholasivins.com and on Facebook at: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Nicholas-Ivins-Art-Illustration/377899685634935 and on
Tumblr, Instagram, DeviantArt, and Flickr; Plus, take advantage of the wonderful coupon code that Nicholas has offered that you can only get by listening to this chapter; "Notions of the Damned" with writer and friend the extraordinary Jimmy Reed; Reading from "Like the Universe Gasping for Air;" An up and coming "job" interview and much love to all of you!!!! :)...<3

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Brand new......

Tattoo
There are angels there
amongst the ruins
closed off
from the fragile
eye
mirrors
and
paperweights
sip Earl Grey
through
wine glasses
on short
dark
foggy days
where the light
shines bright enough
to see the smile
on your face

Sugar
How I wish
for a more attentive
you
for someone
who thought
that I was
as amazing
as you are
someone
who wasn't afraid
to tell me
how he felt
or how beautiful
I was
I never stop
hoping
that this will come
true

Collect
Forget
that you
are standing
at this place
in time
Forget
that I know you
oh so many years ago
Forget
how many times you promised
or stopped
the small lies
that we tell each other
everyday
keeps our minds calm
so we can forget
that you stopped loving me
years ago
seated
at a table
on a cool night
in Autumn

Notebooks
sleep takes time
curled up
in a world
of one's own
the salt
and pepper shakers
evenly shaped and spread
out
on the neat kitchen table
the soap hand
that grabs the salt
and pours finite
on the wood
until the space is full
collapses their head
in comfort
of collecting

Save
soft
the word looks like
what it defines
the touchable
person
sweet without the sour
but i lost
the physical touch
a long time ago
before
you never looked
at me
the same
how quiet
i bleed
in this room
alone
the sinking ship
the sinking heart
falling at beats
unimaginable

Price
Turn
(the small space)
picked over
loose down
in swampy water
mud settles
to the bottom
all the unknown
keeps calm
quick
rush
against the rising tide
forget
who I am
so that you can
love me again
turn over
the fish
pour wine

Evaporate
how my heart
beats for you
not easy
not rushed
but soaring
out of the coal
swept away
by the bringer
of light
plunged
and poured
meddlesome creatures
into the warm
body of the dead
hold my hand

Disease
I am afraid
of desks
in a straight line
of ringing telephones
waiting to be
answered
of the mundane
of being lost
in normal land
of the pointless life
trickling out
of my veins
for money
per hour
please...
don't
let
me
fail.

kick
the day
and dead
holding on
when do you know
that you
are dying?
when do you
give up
and just refuse
to breath in
the air around you
to take in
anything good
when does
the point of
being alive
become lost
and you
naive
for thinking
that eventually
things will
get better
when do you
admit defeat
the battle ended
the weary
that never rose
the wave
of hope
and success
that never danced
within your bones
you were never
the best
how do you tell
yourself
when to jump
fall
cut
overdose
shoot
stop
the
pain
because
here
it comes
again
with rages
of rejection
the fallen hero
break his ribs

Shaking
Visiting
-that special place-
where nothing exists
but the air
that travels
fast and slow
the weight
of the world
breaks
crisp and clean
reborn
nestled from
an invisible
womb
to the world
a beating
heart

Cross my heart
How often
drifting
to that lonely place
where the imagination
keeps
appearing before me
the creations
my friends
and enemies
and loved ones
reminding me
to keep writing
about them
to not forget
I wave
and promise.

Engaged
cold
tingling
white walls
the cellar door
open
the clinging of glasses
warm water
from a salty rag
the sponge
wiping it all away
a hesitation to act
and then the tension
grows
first flaccid
then hard
lingering against
the rising snow

breeze
Let
the however
happen
the needless
and the want....less
remembrances
of the day
flood vision
and meander
across a broken
wilderness
where the
ragged
meet
the rough
smooth stones
of a lake
worn down
by time

poison
watchful
however merciful
wicked (are the ways)
-stealing kisses-
behind a sidewalk
bench
outlining paper dolls
their heads laying
swaying silently
in a row
stripping them if
their bond
(the unity of arms and hands)
and holding them up
against the tall fire
to burn through
before the dawn breaks

Chapter 103: "Interruptions."

Pausing and beginning again; Expectation, and how that changes with age; Trying to be patient-but, my excited nature gets the best of me most days; Three interviews: First, with Renaissance woman Amber Ily and her amazing shop on Etsy called "AmberIlysSteamcrafts"-Her pieces are lovely and she is such a talented creature-you can find her at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/AmberIlysSteamcrafts, https://www.facebook.com/Amberilyssteamcrafts, https://twitter.com/Ilys_steamcraft.http://pinterest.com/ilyssteamcrafts, and http://ilylechic.blogspot.com/; Check out some of Amber's pieces: https://www.etsy.com/listing/90577294/steampunk-shadowbox-halloween-decor-lady?ref=shop_home_active and https://www.etsy.com/listing/92931794/steampunk-necklace-unisex-fleur-de-lis?ref=shop_home_active; Also, check out her boyfriend Daniel Cross, who is an amazing singer/songwriter at: https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/daniel-cross-ep/id600492181; Second Interview: Divine, sweet, and inspiring artist Muriel McDonald which you can find at Etsy at both of her shops-"WatchfulCrowArts" and "Eahkee Original Outsider Art"-you can find her at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/WatchfulCrowArts and https://www.etsy.com/shop/eahkee; Last, but not least the individual artist and creative mind of Brontë on Etsy at her shop "kinkajoue" which you can find at:
https://www.etsy.com/shop/kinkajoue; Amazing writer and friend Jimmy Reed and his segment "Notions of the Damned;" Reading from "Like the Universe Gasping for Air;" Hoping for good news; Lots of love to you all!!!!
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Chapter 102: "Shake, Rattle, and Roll."

Epilepsy-in regards to Johnny and Corey; Writing "Like the Universe Gasping for Air;" Still being sick; Bargaining with yourself; Waiting for that big break; The brilliant industrial artist Tammy Frank, her Etsy shop "LittleSomethingAdded," -("A Little Something Added to your life to make it better, chic and unique!" )- which you can find at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/LittleSomethingAdded, http://twitter.com/somethingadded, http://midwestcitygal.blogspot.com/, http://www.littlesomethingadded.com/, http://pinterest.com/SomethingAdded, and
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Little-Something-Added/185663801449876; The amazing and inventive Dawn Wilkes on Etsy at her shop "DuskTillDawnsDesigns"-(much love from Dusk Till Dawn x)-which you can find at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/DuskTillDawnsDesigns and at: http://stores.ebay.com/Dusk-Till-Dawns-Designs?_rdc=1; Dawn's favorite artist:
http://www.johnatkinsongrimshaw.org/; Writer Chuck Conry’s podcast "Zombies DON'T Run" which you can find at: https://www.facebook.com/zombiesdontrun; "The Four Phoenix Frida's" and up and coming events:A Frida art show at In-Power boutique in historic downtown Avondale this Sat. Dec. 7 from 5-7 in the evening and "The Arizona Craft Rave" on Sat. Dec.7 from Noon-10 in the evening; "Notions of the Damned" from awesome writer and friend Jimmy Reed; An interview with Corey about his epilepsy; Reading from "Like the Universe Gasping for Air;" "We, James;" 40 pounds lost; Lots of love to you all!!!!!!
P.S: Corey picked the introduction music!!!! :)

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Chapter 101: "Is it too much to ask to be a vampire?"

Vampires and all things vampire -(NO SPARKLY VAMPIRES WILL BE FOUND HERE;) Posing a question for all of you to answer-submit your answers to be to be read on the show at a later time; Spike, Richard Matheson, Stephen King, Anne Rice, Blood, etc.; Hints at "We, James;" Writing short poems for this weeks blog; The rules of "Fight Club;" Interviewing some amazing geniuses this week, beginning with Erwin List (Super sweet and open hearted husband and wife Deborah Stotzky and Erwin List Sanchez) from their Etsy shop "YogaJewelsNYC" which if you are a Yoga fan or into Yoga in any way, shape, or form...is perfect for you....and you can find them at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/YogaJewelsNYC and http://www.yogajewels.net/; The next geniuses can be found at "DukeCityUrbanArt," which you can find on Etsy as well -(Amazing and cool artwork from a total of 3 artists including the fantastic Ryder who is the owner and main canvas artist for "Duke City Urban Art")-Find them at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/DukeCityUrbanArt, and https://www.facebook.com/pages/Duke-City-Urban-Art/416664521766801-also find them on Twitter and Pintrest; My dear friend and talented writer Jimmy Reed and his segment "Notions of the Damned;" "Reading from "Like the Universe Gasping for Air;" What I am thankful for and much, much more....Love to you all and thank you!!!! :)...<3

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Passing.........

Success
whispered
into the world
the bright
yellow
ribbons
of burden
we carry
piles of rocks
up
the
long
lonely
hill
only to have
them fall
back down

Pasture
The crawl
over and over
marching towards
the deaf
the entryway
clear
of debris
clipping towards
the restless water
fingers flash
turn palm up
       palm down
crashing broken
lights before
the steam
bulbs of flowers
newly born
just waiting
to die.

Heal
the point
caught in
brisk paint
held black
and blue
over cursive
words
rambles of
(i love you).

Wings
Bring him back
across
my arms
floating in a web
of thick
gentle cotton
support the
kindness of
his heart
make peace.

Locker
kiss
the tongue
leaning
circling
over and over
hands pressed
paused
and collapsed
against waves
of schoolyard
grief
planted by
the road
seeds of
want
of need
of desire
of lust
struggling
to breath

Sunset
nerve
shot
sinking into
that deep sand
where glass grows
the twisted
leather
pulls open skin
draw your gun

Misery
Dissolved
into the heat
sink sour
rolls of air
sweet out
the guilt
in waves
of oceans
deep

Chapter 100: "Contemplating the Possibility" and/or "Was Christopher Hitchens Right?"

Our special chapter on religion and spirituality; Sharing my own personal experiences, along with Tori, Katie, and Jimmy's thoughts on the subject; SGI Chanting with my wonderful district: "The Moon Valley District;" Sharing different books on theology and religion, especially "The History of Hell" by Alice K. Turner and "God Is Not Great: How Religion Poisons Everything" by Christopher Hitchens; Being a devil's advocate; Speaking and sounding like your angel of death (since I have severe bronchitis and I had to go to the hospital the other day, where they were great accept one of the nurses blew out one of my veins putting in an IV :(; A great quote by SGI President Ikeda and another great quote by my friend and awesome writer (on a side note SGI President Ikeda is a writer too) Steve Grilliot from his book "Immolation Finale" by Stephen A. Grilliot, which you can find on Amazon, Kindle, and Barnes and Noble; Faith and Science; Being a better person; The talented, creative and ashtonishing Tonya Ring on Etsy and her shop "Tonyaringdesigns," which you can find at:https://www.etsy.com/shop/Tonyaringdesigns and at: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Tonya-Ring-Designs/137598022980302; The exquisite Kathy on Etsy and her shop "UncommonAlchemy," which you can find at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/UncommonAlchemy and at: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Uncommon-Alchemy/384504376137; My favorite writer and friend Jimmy Reed and his segment "Notions of the Damned;" Reading from "Like the Universe Gasping for Air;" Be sure to turn into the next show, which is going to be all about vampires (and, of course "myriads of thought")....Love to you all...Happy Belated Thanksgiving (for the time frame that this will come out....)....Much love to you and yours!!!!!! :)...<3

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