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Raised on Hudson Valley folklore/legends, telling stories became my addiction #Published #Author #FolkHorror #Horror #Poetry All original work © No Tags/DMs
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For we are sin
You will burn
Under our most
Tender touch

Unwilling to meet
The deathly gaze
In our wild eyes

Your holy water
An elusive balm

Even as you try
You cannot pull away
For we are sin







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Quiet are the echoes of the heart
Saying nothing of betrayal’s pain
I dispense with language as we part
Suffering in silence’s bitter refrain




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We weren't thay Hatfields or McCoys but that there kin other side Big Sandy Rive had we Thurston clan riled up. Theuurr awful old grandpap ayn' his hootin' ayn' a-dancin' round theuurr Still done drew Revenue men ta OUR land. Gonna shoot that there man in thay foot.

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Audre Lorde b.#otd 1934 American writer, feminist, librarian, & civil rights activist. Her poetry is best known for technical mastery & emotional expression, as well as her poems expressing anger & outrage at civil & social injustices.


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The hunger returns, so intense I must dissociate myself from present company. In their stupidity, society would paint me a parody of a monster, a nefarious creature teetering between God and darkness.






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one unbroken note
becomes a melody of dreams
perfection in its pitch
a harmony of lovers it seems
caressed by its tone
in unison we bind
passionate composition
the rhythm of lovers entwined





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They were my allies once…the strange and beautiful creatures. In this otherworldly realm, they controlled my calm and chaos. I thought I found home. But the mirror does not distort, in its truth I must surrender, this world in only in my mind



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Robert Burton Oxford scholar born 1577. His classic The Anatomy of Melancholy was originally a medical text, but it contains some beautiful quotes, almost poetic in their nature.


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Blood continued to drip
Oh what a tale it told
The atlas contained a hidden story
Secrets of the wealth of old
Turmoil was the realm’s legacy
Nothing survived the encroaching tide
Just a haunted map of a haunted place
Where hands of power & plunder still reside


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Listening to Marian and Walter speak of Laura's betrothal and Walter's love for her in keeps reminding me of lines from a Walt Whitman poem:

"Day by day and night by night we were together,—
All else has long been forgotten by me;"


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