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About Me

I have been called a “good girl” so many times that it started to feel like a slam instead of a compliment. I recently came out of a cocoon that was physically incasing my happiness. It took a lot of inner searching to heal and drop the layers, one pound at a time. So, I claim the good girl status with a smile. I do this because I was finally good to myself.
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I am hoping to meet outdoor minded folks with good hearts. I am living in Moab, Utah; which is the epic of all play places.

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tattoo

Standing in a narrow hallwayWaiting to be sliced openColored ink poured into the wounds.It is not a pastime Nor is it a cultic version of todays latest fashion. I started this journey two years ago.....
Posted by on Sat, 22 Aug 2009 12:42:00 GMT

Hike Nigro Bill

Tires sequel on the pavementI got to slow it down.Adventures are within reach And I might just beat the heat. The dogs are at my side as I Open the doors, truck squeaks,Dam Dogs leave me, Climbing, Sc...
Posted by on Sat, 22 Aug 2009 12:06:00 GMT

Lisa's Table

I was finishing my shift of serving at the OK Corral when Jill stated she was worth more than five tables.  She broke down in tears and spoke of unpaid bills.  A fire came into her eyes and she turned...
Posted by on Sun, 05 Apr 2009 12:45:00 GMT

sing a song

Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, TickTime is slip, slipping away.Rushing forward trying to delay, delay.Wake up, splashing water to wash away the other days.Time is slip, slipping away.Why must we always refle...
Posted by on Mon, 30 Mar 2009 19:22:00 GMT

Immortal

Inspire not to be immortal but to walk in a place that is.   Tangled vines hide the treasures of a time with no memory.  Charred ceilings of overhangs are all that can be seen.  The earth swallowed up...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Mar 2009 16:39:00 GMT

"Under the influence" Work Can Sting

Two faced, Each mask is in place. Grotesque smiles Painted on by witches of yesterday. You think always the same; Who can I talk to and What gain can be made? You have control of some puppets' string...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Oct 2008 07:59:00 GMT

New Season with a New Song

The leaves float down, downward toward the wet earth. The afternoon light shines thru the cottonwood trees. A girl tediously plucks out notes from a borrowed banjo. Her right elbow sticks out with her...
Posted by on Thu, 09 Oct 2008 21:58:00 GMT

Moment in time

Close quarters, stale air, Time is not an answer. Life stretching ahead with graying clouds, No sun is shining thru. We are told that we control our lives, Nothing is ever said about that of those W...
Posted by on Thu, 02 Oct 2008 21:22:00 GMT

Wild child

The first frost beckons the naked child to rise from the fog and seek shelter.  She has lived a season of abandonment.  The forest welcomed her without judgment.  She becomes sad at the...
Posted by on Fri, 26 Sep 2008 16:49:00 GMT

The new disease

Society has rules Religion or fears may have been the creators. I will never be whole. Accepted, maybe, when I am lucky But never will I be the same. It is cool to know my kind But don't get to close...
Posted by on Fri, 26 Sep 2008 16:45:00 GMT