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Poetry

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There are no magic words

or clever rhyme

to stay the aching of the heart

or silence of the night void of sleep or peace

which haunts until sun finds you

solitary to greet the new day

in hope of new love to ease the pain.

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(Preface)

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A tale and a treat I have for you, a twist familiar, but a story new.
It begins long ago in a place and time not yours to know.

Riddle, it may seem, but I tell it true, this fable familiar but new to you. So began our journeys end this story of nursery and liars den. Word of caution, words of warning, you might be a character within this yarn. So listen attentively if you care to return or I leave you behind to be butters churn.

No need to get ahead of ourselves, child; now, now calm yourself. I jest. Consider it part of the story dress. Remember, I’m the Woodland Fairy, the very best! Doesn’t that put your fear at rest?

Let’s turn the page in my magic brew, so I may bring this wildly exciting story to you.

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Of the unnatural kind

Cats Coming

Once in town, I walked the sidewalks to learn the area before discovering an unassuming restaurant serving breakfast.

The atmosphere was calm, and the room relatively empty so I sat down in an inconspicuous corner table where I might go unnoticed.

My server who also happened to be the owner, brought me coffee and an artful array of toast to get me started. I felt relaxed for the first time in weeks, I knew this would be my favorite hideout moving forward.

To my delight, the menu splashed a delicious photo of the shop's special, steak and eggs. I was in heaven, and my stomach was willing to forgive me for the lack of feeding these last few days.

I was content with paying my bill and heading back home.

Until rounding the corner where I ran into Jaclyn UN-expectantly.

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S O S

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What’s a boy to do when a glance into the eyes of a beautiful woman renders him helpless.

When speech is momentarily beyond his capacity, yet he is compelled to sing.

When stunned and wanting to look away, but unable.

When heat from the flames within them is seen.

What can be done to control the excitement, fearful it is only one-sided.

Such is the spark of attraction, the baseline for more.

Do you call out in for help, or brave the risk in hope of loves capture.

The windows to the soul will answer, if given opportunity.

Walk the fire in search of gold.

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Of the unnatural kind

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The ride back to the house gave me ample time to consider how life in my new town was not as expected.

I ran away from one tragedy only to see the earmarks of another in blossom. What I originally considered a possible ghost adventure was spanning the gamut of strange, with me as the primary passenger.

Weeks had passed and I was no clearer on what Marcela was, and how she interlaced with the townspeople. How could she possibly believe I would rescue her, and what is it I must save her from?

My compass was failing me, adding to the overall fear none of this was real, that there was a distinct possibility I was still physically elsewhere sitting within a padded room.

I was famished and in need of something more than coffee. Even the disturbed require nourishment.

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