the ripple effect
Today, once again, I find myself fascinated by the way things ripple and echo in and through my life. I am writing a memoir of my experiences of narcissism. In…
Today, once again, I find myself fascinated by the way things ripple and echo in and through my life. I am writing a memoir of my experiences of narcissism. In…
My life is often full of synchronicity and “coincidence” the meaning of which is sometimes glaringly obvious and other times not so much. I’m writing a memoir of sorts about…
This poem is dedicated to pattymac3636. hide and seek by punkie there you lurk behind the scenes your self disguised as her diseased watching replays reading prose plotting how to overthrow…
never on sunday by punkie “Do you believe in God?” He asked. “No,” I said without thinking. Later, I reconsidered. I feel the existence of a higher…