The Noodler – 6.24.17

The idea is every day, I will post a “noodler” – questions using the daily prompt, with the hope to inspire interaction and response.  I will respond for me in my comments, and you can respond in comments, or re-blog with your response and ask your readers to participate too. Today’s Noodler: What would you... Continue Reading →

OK, Cupid

About Me – Just a girl who likes dark spaces I can’t live without – running in rat races Favorite book – The Dark Tower series Favorite food – anything with calories Hobby – hiding shit smells with potpourri Aspiration - Turning shit to poop-pourri? Darkest Secret – I don’t know how to love What... Continue Reading →

Dear _____, (#6)

Dear ____, I don't exactly know what to say anymore, or why I continue writing.  Initially, I had thought I'd burn these all and somehow I'd feel better.  I could never put the lighter to the pages though.  There was something inside of me begging to hold on to you.   My heart won't turn... Continue Reading →

The Noodler 6.23.17

The idea is every day, I will post a “noodler” – questions using the daily prompt, with the hope to inspire interaction and response.  I will respond for me in my comments, and you can respond in comments, or re-blog with your response and ask your readers to participate too. Today’s Noodler: Is it easier... Continue Reading →

The Drawer

My latest 100 word story on The Drabble 😊

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By Daina

Her ring only came off in emergencies. She’d place it in the nightstand drawer with his love notes. As her eyes began to wander , her ring started coming off when she had work emergencies. One morning, she placed her ring in the drawer before going to the abortion clinic. His ring was where I love you’s were once shared. A tear slid down her face, as she admitted she could not be surprised. She did not even know who the father was, at this point.

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From Am I? to I Am

“You are an aperture through which the universe is looking at and exploring itself.” ― Alan W. Watts I'm back on a TOOL kick, and it's massaging the brain again.  Listening to Forty Six & 2, I finally had the aha I've been missing, or at least I forgot I knew.  Or maybe I just... Continue Reading →

Dear ____, (#5)

Dear Rose, I’ve started and stopped so many times, but your inability to see the obvious forces me to do the obvious.  I love how you can martyr yourself on a cross of your own making.  You know, the first time I saw you, I thought how you can wear the weight of the world... Continue Reading →

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