I am a purveyor of dreams, fantasies and the occasional nightmare.
Usually sensual, often romantic, frequently erotic, sometimes humorous and nearly always offbeat—aiming for provocative. The stories that I write as well as the people, places and events found in them are pure fiction and nothing more—as far as you know.
Even in the south, in the sweltering heat, we can feel the shift about mid-August. It’s barely perceptible, but it’s there. It’s the sense that summer is giving way to the fall and soon darkness will have its way with the light. From light to dim to dark.
Also, the rhythm of our lives changes just a bit, doesn’t it? Thoughts of beaches and bathing suits turn to fall leaves and sweaters – from cold drinks to hot apple cider.
It’s instinctual, I think. At least, it has always been that way for me and mine. I can only presume that you, too, sense the veil thinning. The veil between this world and the other side.
Each day as we drifted closer to the fall equinox, the balance of light tipped in favor of the night. At the same time, the barrier between the worlds grew ever slimmer. It continues to do so right up until All Hallows Eve. Some believe that passing between the veil only happens on October 31st. That’s not true, though. That’s just when the weakest can pass unhindered. Stronger spirits and entities can pass much sooner. Perhaps that’s why our minds turns to darker things, spooky things, creepy things. Maybe we can sense them among us. Could it be that we hear their whispers in our ears?
I only ask, because this strange little poem came to me from nowhere. I do believe Halloween is upon us, friends.
I love my little dolly, sweet;
She’s my best and only friend.
I bring her other kids to meet
But, they don’t come back again.
I suppose they just don’t like me,
Though, I can’t imagine why.
We’re both as sweet as we can be,
‘Cept when someone makes me cry.
My dolly doesn’t like me sad;
That is when she’s not so nice,
Bad things happen when she is mad,
So, it’s best that you think twice.
You’re so close that I can smell your fear,
And feel your breath upon my ear;
Telling tales of hurt, long past,
Showing scars that’ll forever last.
And, even though I can touch your face,
Your broken soul lives another place.
I stretched my heart into your breach,
But your wounded love stays out of reach.
For the Men of Honor, Let’s take a moment to celebrate the men who have been there for us, lifting us, supporting us, encouraging us, protecting us and celebrating us. Sure, many are fathers by virtue of birth, but it takes more to be a Dad, Daddy, Step Dad, Uncle, Adopted Dad or any other name of honor that we give our personal Warriors. You are our Heroes. With Love, Just Another Daddy’s Girl
Synchronicity would be the word to best describe this past month.
It started when I posted a poem I’d written years ago – God & Goddess – on my twitter feed. Another poet who goes by the handle of @fuckingpoetry generously did an audio recording of that poem in his awesome, sexy Australian accent.
Seriously, go check out his mostly NSFW writings and audio recordings at fuckingpoetry.com. I recommend that you are seated when listening lest your knees get weak!
Then I stumbled on another writer with the twitter handle of @TheZeusJuice who has this whole shtick about being Zeus in the modern world. A bit of playful banter later and suddenly he, two dozen other amazing writers and I have a website AllInThePantheon.com where we are now blogging about the trials and tribulations of being Gods, Goddesses, and Muses trying to assimilate with humans by taking on day jobs.
So in the short span of a month, I’ve gone from your average sexy scribbler to a Goddess Blogger for the Pantheon. You can check out my storyline by starting with my bio here: The Goddess Moxie.
Oh? You didn’t know that there was a Goddess named Moxie? Well, now you do! Following along as I spill the beans on the wild, weird, and wacky deities of Mount Olympus as the head of the Pantheon’s PR Firm. Here are a couple of updates to get you started: