Fond of Fonts

its never really about/ where you are but/ who you're with/yet/it isn't so bad when/ the scenery changes/ the city where tea tax was a/ horrendous offense/ clam chowder is a once-in-a-/ lifetime dish +/ witches' home stories are less/ than two hours away. BOSTON where i held his hand/ strolled down sidewalks +/ fell in love all over again with him/ our adventure/ and everything/ bet(in)ween - Spring 2019 (4/30)

today com·mu·ni · ca·tion changed my afternoon, an as·tro·nom·i·cal instance when mere words-- l  t e s                    composed  e t  r intricately against each + one another, allowed the chance for the: boulder that's been crushingly               on perched my                     shoulders                                                                up floats a w a y - -                             up +                                                up + and I'm le...

i will huff, puff + blow your house down i'll manipulate a pin to prick you + slumber you -- to death i'll prowl + seduce your four-legged prodigies, then wear their fame upon my shoulders not only will your foot never land in a shoe that should've never fit -- i'll shatter that glass + slit any other mention of the word happy to your ending better yet, i'll inquire about your life + happiness with chagrin --                                             then spit on your grave                                             when you're long                                             gone . . . - modern day Cruella (4/28)

mondays are a new start, fresh beginning to a new week + a look ahead to even small changes that will make a difference in this lifetime or the next . . . but what about sundays? on the monthly calendar, sunday is the beginning of a new week. self care            sunday self love           sunday second chance                 sunday . . . but todays monday-- damn. -only 5 more to go (4/27)

you're here you should be here you would've loved you couldn't imagine if you could see how guess what oh gods stop. breathe. it'll get                        worse better better, please. - tomorrow (4/26)

when the wind whistles past my eardrums + settles against the back of my neck                                      its okay. when the suns rays crawl along my skin + creep into my pores consuming my body + enveloping me with a heated embrace                                      its welcomed. when the fresh water trinkles down the ravine + waddles its way around my feet i can taste the bubbles forming between the surface + air . . .                                      its relished. the sway of the trees the smell of the fire-- the purity of this moment piece time                                 ...

This stand alone (for the moment) fantasy novel was not what I had expected! Goblins! A world--the Permafrost--on the edge of humankind's world. Main character, Janneka, was the final daughter in her family but was raised as the male successor to her family. She was raised as a young warrior, training extensively with her father and other village people until she was exceptional in combat fighting and hunting. Goblins were the humankind's enemy, and there was one goblin in particular who changed Janneka's world as she knew it, burning down her village and ruining any family and friends she held dear throughout her life thus far. She was taken as a prisoner and suffered tremendous torture and abuse from her captor. However, Janneka was inevitably spared and given solace from another goblin who in turn nursed her back to health and trained her to be even better than before. This story line explores relationships, both romantic and personal, that the author spends a great de...