30 Days Notice

Author’s Note June 11, 2014

Please note that this piece was written two and a half years ago. The comments are moderated. This is my own private blog, not your soapbox. I do allow for differences of opinion but if you tell me that I should be ashamed or that you’re disgusted or that this is full of lies or that it’s the most repulsive thing you’ve seen on the internet, don’t expect your comment to see the light of day. Thanks for understanding. 

photo by N. Bourne

This horse is dead. He worked hard every day of his life and when his owner thought he could do  better with a new horse, he hauled this Belgian to New Holland, Pennsylvania, and sold him directly to slaughter. It didn’t matter if there was someone at the auction looking for a draft horse, or a rescue wanting to give him well-earned…

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Magic Carpet

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If I Had to Write Your Obituary

Posted: November 26, 2014 in Uncategorized

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“Today I lost my great aunt, Dr. Nina Mikhoels, my Ninulya, who helped raise me as though I was her own and it feels like one of my protective battlements is down.”

I wrote on my Facebook wall. And it felt feeble.

Ninulya

Ninulya is my first and now I know what it feels like. A battlement is down and I am slightly more exposed to the elements for it. The wind blows colder against my skin, harsh words penetrate deeper.

Then Tali emailed me and said:

“It’s hard for me to imagine this. Dying is the opposite of her. She’s all fire and pillars of smoke”.

Fire and pillars of smoke. My auntie – perfectly summarized

Then Anya added:

Despite living through events that could’ve turned anybody into a skeptical human-hater, Ninulia had the largest heart and the most generous spirit. She had an immense ability to be positive, to believe…

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so true

What Jesus Wouldn’t Do

Posted: September 22, 2014 in Uncategorized

this girl speaks from her heart and soul. I love her to death.

Athena's Wicked Owl

Nobody likes my poems from my heart

written in angst as my soul rips apart

My breastfeeding videos are the ones that get views

from all kinds of people, even ones in the pews

saying goodbye to the preacher upon leaving

going home turn on my channel chests are heaving

they’re laughing, they love it and they can’t tell

whether it’s real or fake, but they know I’m going to hell

and that’s the only thing that makes them feel good

laughing at the crackhead who tricked in the hood…

The Sermon on the Mount they totally forget

they don’t know the meaning anyway, on this I would bet

There is not one christian I know who is above condemnation

belittling others is what heals their situation

both women and men get together in groups

“praying” for people who won’t jump through their hoops

of rules and regulations they made on…

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Well now

Posted: September 21, 2014 in Uncategorized

I am away from Alan. For some reason now I miss his dumbass. Even tho he never stopped yelling at me. Its’ been three days and I am homesick. For fucks sakes what is wrong with me? I just can’t seem to get it together. One minute I hate his guts and the next minute I am missing him. Something must be broken within me. Why would anyone miss being yelled at and told they were worthless.? Why I ask you why>

I ask myself this now.