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Unless of course you use a pen and paper, or typewriter... 😁

I’m right here.

© 2013 by Jennifer R.R. Mueller

Thank you so much, and I love your posts too!

*It’s All About The Hearts People Greetings to all of our friends, and I hope this day finds each of you smiling.  Haven’t done this in a while, and decided (possibly foolishly) to again throw down the gauntlet.  Yeah Joy, that’s right, I’m coming for you.  At this point I presume an explanation  might be in order.  My dear long time friend Joy, AKA The Queen of Hearts @writteninjoy2  and @twcpoetry and I share a love of supporting our artistic friends and family here, and occasionally have a friendly competition (see above).  Before continuing I actually have to gloat since I won last time, but it was unfortunately a hollow victory with an asterisk in the record books.  She briefly deactivated her account when she was ill, but hey, if you can’t beat em, cheat em.   :)  Anyway, Joy what you got for me, he nervously inquires.  Lastly, if you happened to notice the * in the title, that’s actually hers as well, but I’m still using it having stolen it fair and square.  Love to all, Mike.          

here with me?

I stumble run through the meadow whipped by urgency the sting slaps of growth ignored, I launch myself over the stream splash down on the other side go to my knees and ignore the stains I am accruing,  I enter the forest, and falter, stop. So many trees  disorientate. I heave air with burning lungs eyes darting for a path sweat slicks skin. I move slower, I pick my way through the undergrowth scratches smart and trickle my view is narrowed down and who knows if I am moving forward or only round and round. My heedless rush - in pursuit of what? I only know it is nowhere to be found.. there are fruits here they taste bitter sweet, like the recollection of aspirations.

  I think im having an actual heart attack from being heart bombed! It is JOY! Thank you darlin’, Mmwah! oou im all aflutter! :) <3

A Quiet Joy (via aquietjoy)

another revelry.

There’s something missing in here. I think I saw it a few days ago. It was like a glass topped lake, like serenity, or silence. It didn’t have anything to do with you. But, today, today I’m sitting here with something missing. I’m searching inside cupboards, and under piles…

She’s very ill.  I simply love her.  I will be reblogging her tonight.  Good vibes and prayers welcomed. <3

Underneath you is where I have been since we met. Sleepless weeks mean nothing so long as your tender curves are missing. I miss you like grandmother’s hugs on Sunday morning assuring me of goodness in this world. Long do I wander and wonder and seek to hope or find what’s…

if I imply time drips does this make me #alt lit?