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Jeff and Willy

@jeffandwilly.bsky.social

2 hours ago

Dangerous Women If she isn’t a dangerous woman… I’ll pass. They demand respect but also give it where it’s due. Without that respect, you might as well pound sand. You will not pass. They erect tall mental walls, but I have climbing gear. A dangerous woman is worth the ascent. If she’s not fiery, she‘s warm or tepid… Brr! I want a woman so blazing I could get a suntan. Dangerous women are eternal flames with bonfires in their hearts. I’ve always been enamored with strong women, and without a doubt dangerous women are strong. You can trust a dangerous woman to have your back. Especially when she’s in love with you. Woe to anyone who attacks that way. I’m not a weak man and my soul burns. I also can get dangerous when needed. A tepid partner eventually burns up in my flame and floats away like ash in the wind. Someday I’ll find a dangerous woman Then we’ll start a fucking bonfire. -JSC

Dangerous Women
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Jeff and Willy

@jeffandwilly.bsky.social

1 day ago

Fight For You Women have told me that they’d fight for me. I never actually found one that meant it though. Maybe that’s me. It could be that I’m not worth fighting for. It stings to even think it. But the preponderance of the evidence indicates it’s true. Maybe that’s why people stay alone later in life, for they found it to be a fact. I won’t believe that bullshit though. As so many beliefs in my life go, I know I’m here. I also know that I fight for far too long for anything I truly believe in. With billions on Earth, my counterpoint is out there. The funny thing is, when I find her, She’ll be worth fighting for, but I’d never have to. Not with her anyway. -JSC

Fight For You
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Jeff and Willy

@jeffandwilly.bsky.social

3 days ago

Life Snowballs People that let their lives snowball are usually fucking up. Because we all know from cartoons, it usually doesn’t end well. Eventually leading over a cliff… to disastrous results. I’m not talking about that kind of snowball here. But what if you started small, say the summit of a gigantic four diamond mountain? You find a clear run to the lodge, and you start tiny. Little personal changes here and there. Internally compacting old shitty patterns and trauma along the way. Expelling that crap to the side of the trail like the garbage it was. The snowball continues to grow… You don’t let it roll away, and you keep control. Keep building on it, with bigger life changes, and more self-discovery. You plan for the future as far downslope as you can. Eventually that snowball grows so gigantic, you can’t hold it back. Then… Let that monster rip! You let go… As it progresses down the hill, all you can do is watch, live your life, and notice your happiness grow. Amazed at what you’ve done. I’ve set my plans in action and let them rip! I feel fucking amazing watching the snowball grow into the size of a globe. Where will it hit? Wait and see! Inside hint… I’d watch out in that resort down there. -JSC

Life Snowballs
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Jeff and Willy

@jeffandwilly.bsky.social

4 days ago

The Recipe of a Dream Woman Who is she, this dream woman who keeps visiting? She can’t have returned yet because I’ve had no time to dream and only slightly more to sleep. A raven-haired woman with silver streaks… I have had a twist about black hair since I was a boy in the Air Force. The added grey streak… that’s a much more recent kink. Is she everything I want? I wouldn’t know… she’s hitting all the notes right so far. Witty and smart with a dry sense of humor… the darker the better. Brash or quiet, but always fiery and beautiful. Gentle of heart but not to be reckoned with. A dichotomy as much as me. There’s excitement in a powerful multi-faceted woman. She’d be all that and more. Anything more and the universe is showing off. To which all I can say is, “Bring it!” A woman like that, I’d take a lifetime to learn. Even at the end of it all, she’d still be surprising me every day. If I could tailor a dream… That’s the recipe for the woman that belongs there. -JSC

The Recipe of a Dream Woman
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Jeff and Willy

@jeffandwilly.bsky.social

4 days ago

Life is Love Love is a verb when done right. But it’s a noun when it’s only talk. If you only talk about love, then you don’t love. Because love is action, words of love without movement… are lies. Love is always a work in progress. I put energy into it every day. Love is fire, that must be tended for the pyre to grow. And a bonfire is what I’m looking for. There’ll be no other woman but her. When I’m burning, I’m in all the way. Who wouldn’t grow love and make the most out of it? Love shouldn’t be wasted or squandered. It’s joyous work and I’m enamored with all of it. If love is too much effort... what are they doing with their life unlived? I have pity for them… life is love and they’re missing out. I won’t make the same mistake. -JSC

Life is Love
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Jeff and Willy

@jeffandwilly.bsky.social

5 days ago

Take Off My Armor I don’t need a woman that stands behind me… I want her to walk beside me but have my back. Those two women are as different as night and day. Someone who would have my back is a scrapper who stands behind no one. One that’s fought battles in life and lived to tell the tales. She may be dainty, but she’ll be ferocious all the same. Except at home… there are no battles to be won or lost in our sanctuary. At home we take off the armor we both wear to fight the world. With her I’d be safe as she’d be with me. Consideration, kindness and love demand that. While honesty, friendship. and integrity make it all work. I can’t spend a life in this armor, but I can’t seem to take it off without assistance. Do you know how hard steel plate is to take off? Or how tempting to keep it off once you do? I don’t but I’d love to find out. -JSC

Take Off My Armor
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Jeff and Willy

@jeffandwilly.bsky.social

5 days ago

If I Could Leave a Mark On You If I could leave a mark on you… I’d permanently mark my name on your heart and place a lasting impression on your soul. Nothing to be seen, only marks to be felt. Durable marks… that last a lifetime. Tattoos created with love and kindness. I don’t need anyone to see them… not even you. But if you felt them, it would launch me into the stratosphere. A fire growing in your heart on its way to a bonfire. The warmth spreading through your soul. Not to consume… for this fire would never burn you. Only to unite with the bonfire in my own heart. You make wondrous dreams, Even if they’re only pipe dreams. But dreams are worthy of having… because some people are worth believing in. -JSC

If I Could Leave a Mark On You
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Jeff and Willy

@jeffandwilly.bsky.social

6 days ago

I Hope She Comes Back I’ve been talking with a woman in my dreams. Three straight nights now. She uses a hard H in “wHatever”. For which we tease each other mercilessly. She's a hell of a conversationalist, brunette, and knockout gorgeous. That’s all I can say. That all came back in a flash right now. The wisp of her evaporated immediately the last three mornings. She’s only shadow, mist, and feeling even now. I hope she comes back… even more if she stays. It’s spellbinding to talk with her… even if she’s only a dream girl. -J

I Hope She Comes Back
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Jeff and Willy

@jeffandwilly.bsky.social

6 days ago

Intentional Grounding If I work at home for the day, Willy demands I take regular outside breaks. He doesn’t use the facilities all the time, but that’s not his goal. I work intensely and write even more so. A digital watch will tell you to get up and stretch. Willy will force the behavior with cold nosed mouse and arm bumps. Somehow, he knows that I need to be pulled outside, aired out, and firmly grounded periodically. So, every ninety minutes to two hours max. Like my little drill Sgt…. off we go. Even still, I go for the walk, breathe in the light, and he decides how quickly we’ll return. For the boy is an anchor until he is ready. Only if I close my eyes, and take five mindful breaths, when I need to get back, will he then huff lightly to say, “Alright, you relaxed enough and may return.” I then return to work invigorated… Thank you, Sgt, Willis. -JSC

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Intentional Grounding
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Jeff and Willy

@jeffandwilly.bsky.social

1 week ago

Someone Long conversations are sexy and there’s no other way to get to know someone. Getting to know someone raises the heat, a heat for me that won’t build without it. Reading and learning are hot as hell. I haven’t read a lot recently, but I’m well read. Reading is gaining experience you never had to bleed for. There is nothing hotter than a woman that’s well read. Women can stun you in any of their varieties. With them, it’s certain that covers don’t always match the book. No matter the cover, it’s their brilliant inner lights that matter. If they blind you, buy a ton of sunglasses and run that way, full speed. Someday I’ll meet her… my someone. Until then, I’ll walk on with the search for her always in mind. We won’t miss each other. While she’ll shine brilliantly… I’m lit up like a lighthouse too. -JSC

Someone
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Jeff and Willy

@jeffandwilly.bsky.social

2 weeks ago

A Narcissist’s Son I always was a huge and a strident momma’s boy. My mom did terrible things, but you don’t know that when you’re seven. That’s about the only love you’re getting with dad never home. It trains you quickly to work for even the smallest show of affection. That is a simulated love and affection when you’re a child of a narcissist. Nothing you could do or say would ever actually make them love you. And breadcrumbs fed to a little child ends up starving the child their whole life. Emotional underdevelopment and a malformed trust system are only the start. My mom did me wrong so badly that I would go without talking to her for a year. She always weaseled her way back in… repeatedly and I always let her. That all changed when she shit on my daughters… that simply wouldn’t stand. You can shit on me all you want for 38 years to be exact, but do it to my kids and I was done forever. Or so I thought… I’m a well-trained narcissist’s supply. Love is pain, loss, abandonment, and shame. Until I get over that, her legacy lives on... in me. -JSC

A Narcissist’s Son
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Jeff and Willy

@jeffandwilly.bsky.social

2 weeks ago

Good Into Better I had an amazing moment… now to make that into a movement. It’s funny, I became so skilled at transmuting bullshit into what I needed that transforming good into better seems like it would be easy. I’m here to tell you that it’s a different process. No self-flagellation, self-deprecation, or any other tomfoolery required. It’s a completely different animal, and this one’s not a beast. I always felt bad before and my motivation was for life to not seem so terrible. Changing good into better is so refreshing it feels like standing under a cool waterfall and letting all the years of working with self-doubt wash away. It’s the only baptism I’ve ever had. Maybe it’s the only one I’ll ever need. To say things are looking up would be a drastic understatement. I feel like I’m in a hot air balloon and all of my past problems are far below me. Next stop, the airport… because it’s time to get an even better look up. -JSC

Good Into Better
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Jeff and Willy

@jeffandwilly.bsky.social

2 weeks ago

My Heart is Soft I think one of the prerequisites of knowing yourself is to never harden your heart. If you’ve covered yours in cement, you won’t know yourself until you chip that shit away. Love is of paramount importance and if you said, “It’s not for me!” I’d suspect you really didn’t know yourself and probably will be sent back to earth again… to be a cat. I never hardened my heart… through everything. I always knew there were people all over that had it worse than me. If you’ve lost empathy for your fellow humans, I suspect you too will return to earth… as a slug. Love is what this game is about and I know that for certain. It’s the only thing that repels darkness… at least for me. My heart is soft and always ready to love. Now I can use that love for myself. If I’m right, maybe I don’t have to come back. -JSC

My Heart is Soft
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Jeff and Willy

@jeffandwilly.bsky.social

2 weeks ago

I’m Sorry I’m sorry you couldn’t be what I needed. That the world twisted you so. Wishing you were the person you said you were, or even the person I thought you were. You were worthy of love to me; I gave you mine completely, you never deserved it, and I’m sorry to me for that. I deserve so much better, and I regret I didn’t know. My biggest apology is that I don’t love you anymore and all I have remaining for you is pity. That makes me saddest of all. I thought you were so much more, and I’m sorry for that. -JSC

I'm Sorry
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Jeff and Willy

@jeffandwilly.bsky.social

2 weeks ago

I’m Sorry I’m sorry you couldn’t be what I needed. That the world twisted you so. Wishing you were the person you said you were, or even the person I thought you were. You were worthy of love to me; I gave you mine completely, you never deserved it, and I’m sorry to me for that. I deserve so much better, and I regret I didn’t know. My biggest apology is that I don’t love you anymore and all I have remaining for you is pity. That makes me saddest of all. I thought you were so much more, and I’m sorry for that. -JSC

I'm Sorry
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Jeff and Willy

@jeffandwilly.bsky.social

2 weeks ago

New or Old In life the ultimate question may be “New or old?” New thrills, love, and vistas in life or tired disproven romances and landscapes you grew bored of decades ago. The old things grew tired and dingy for me for a reason. To the point that eventually most dragged me down and a few almost dragged me under to my doom. Earth is a classroom, a penitentiary, or an asylum. The older I get the more I suspect it’s all three. What you get here is what you choose to do with it. That’d be the school of hard knocks for most of us. I never sold my soul to anyone for anything. I certainly had no legacy admission like so many evil fucks seemed to have. I tried to do the right thing, the vast majority of times. Never a beggar, even when homeless. Still, I made mistakes young and learned from every damn one. I won’t have to learn solely from mistakes anymore. Those dues have been paid and lessons learned. I choose to learn from new victories. Let new romance, friends, a whole new world teach me what I need to know from here out. Let’s see what new things I get right this time. Instead of how many old mistakes I can repeat. -JSC

New or Old
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Jeff and Willy

@jeffandwilly.bsky.social

2 weeks ago

Gigantic Love I’m looking for a gigantic love. I want to be consumed with her in the best way. A first and last thought of the day love. No butterflies, no nervousness. Instead, a surety, an “I know you”, and a feeling of home that travels with us wherever we go. An “I’ll find you in the next life and every life after” love. I want to turn my heart into a bonfire, and this time, not get burned. If her heart doesn’t flame on too, then we should go our separate ways. I don’t half ass love, if I’m in, I’m in all the way because I won’t accept any less. I’ve never had that level of love returned and it’s high time that I did. I fight for love and don’t give up on it easily and she’ll be scrappy about it too. My last and my best. I want to rock with you on the porch of the retirement community, Cowgirl! No small goal but I’m not a small man anymore. I take up space, and she’ll always have a safe place available at my side. The kind of women I like tend to stand where the fuck they want though. -JSC

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Jeff and Willy

@jeffandwilly.bsky.social

2 weeks ago

Let Me Love You Loudly If I love you, I want to love you loudly. I want to scream it from the rooftops and tell everyone that I meet about you. Is there any other way to love? Not for me and never again! I’m not a private person. I lay it all on the line with my heart on my sleeve. To keep love bottled up is to assume it’s small. My love is never small, and it can barely be contained. That’s the right way to love for me. I’m yours and if you’re mine too, there’s no reason not to tell the world. Anything less, and that love will shrink and die in the cold darkness. A love hidden, is a love denied. So, let me love you loudly! Maybe our biggest love ever. Out in the sun for all to see… where it belongs. -JSC

Let Me Love You Loudly
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Jeff and Willy

@jeffandwilly.bsky.social

3 weeks ago

Upside Down and Shaken When you get down to very little in life… when all your possessions are gone, and you’ve no place of your own, it feels like you’ve been turned upside down and shaken until you become an empty canvas. I was there two years ago. The universe whispered in my ear, “Now this is something you can work with.” On that canvas, I painted a writer and a poet, a confident individuated man, no longer troubled by a rough childhood that was never his fault. That’s who I became with a lot of inner work. Now it’s time to build a life worthy of new me. A love worthy of all that is sure to follow. As surely as night follows day. -JSC

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Jeff and Willy

@jeffandwilly.bsky.social

3 weeks ago

The Lonely Road I’m a runner on the starting chocks. But that race isn’t here or at this job. I’m lonely but not coming back this way again after I make my escape. I’m ready to go with no destination in sight. Waiting would be easier with someone, and probably a lot more fun, but that’s not in the cards. I’m walking the next road alone. Honestly, almost every road I walked was alone. And even with a travelling companion, I would carry their load too, until my back broke. I’m healthy and healed from everything that plagued me. My back is strong, I’m right in the head, and I’m ready to go. But… I’d take a little extra load right now, simply for the conversations. -JSC

The Lonely Road
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Jeff and Willy

@jeffandwilly.bsky.social

3 weeks ago

A Sure Thing These days, I’m a sure thing. Once I’m there… if you love me, I’ll love you back more. It’s not a competition but I swear it’s true. My words are honest… except Christmas presents. I’m a shameless liar with pants on fire about those. My heart is true… if I love you, I’d never be anyone else’s. My soul would be yours... alone. I’m done with bullshit and I won’t play games. Nor would I bring any ego. I’m a grown-up and know it’s not required. She’ll be certain of herself too. My last great love will have staying power and guts. She’ll be the kind of woman that talks out problems and wants to solve them together. A woman willing to fight for the people and things she loves. In this instance, one of those would be me. -JSC

A Sure Thing
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Jeff and Willy

@jeffandwilly.bsky.social

3 weeks ago

Why Coffee! At this time of year, the Sun is a late riser. It probably needs coffee. I bet that’s in short supply over there in the center of solar system. So far away from Colombia. It is known that all the good go-fast drugs come out of Colombia… And don’t fool yourself, that caffeine is addictive shit. Why… because some addictions are worth it. it’s one of the few legal go-fast drugs to artificially provide us energy in this end stage capitalism world. We’re all still oppressed by the man, but at least we’re even more productive whilst lining their pockets. Why coffee! With cream and sugar, it’s warm and delicious. A small comfort in the world. Although those that drink the foul bitter shit black… Why do you hate yourselves so? Why Coffee! When the alternative is wishing you were dead… it’s really the only choice. -Jeff

Why Coffee!!
I don't think you like comedy... JS
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Jeff and Willy

@jeffandwilly.bsky.social

3 weeks ago

The People Pleaser I’m always going to want my loved ones to be happy. Trust me, Christmas morning is my favorite only to watch the joy on their faces. I’m no longer a people pleaser… with all the traps that entails. I will do what I can but no longer hand over a pound of flesh while I do it. I hope most could never understand this. But I’d bet that a minority of you comprehend completely. Degrading behavior, lies, and gaslighting… Once I hand over that pound of flesh, it always leaves the vampires hungry for more. I never knew that wasn’t required. Always thought they were the best I could do. I’ve never been cared for by anyone who understood me. Those that did understand used it against me. Mutual love, respect, passion and caring are out there. I’ve done the work and I’m ready now. More so than ever. Now that I’m not people pleasing anymore, I see it clearly. Like finds like. I’ve never been like this before. The real me is here… for the first time ever. -JSC

The People Pleaser
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Jeff and Willy

@jeffandwilly.bsky.social

3 weeks ago

The Past Is Now! We all know if you went back to 1930’s Brazil, made a butterfly shake its ass for you, and then Hitler would have been struck by lightning and died. It’s a fact! Paradoxes be damned! Of course, you only thought of this after almost 100 years! In another 100 years, people will be wishing they came back and did that now, for some of the current unsavory politico types. The past is now, my friends! Why aren’t we all in Brazil making butterflies wag their asses? I’ll tell you why… because that would be stupid. That makes thunderstorms over Germany. Everybody knows you gotta get one Canadian beaver to flap its tail in the air to make storms over DC. So, hop on it, Canucks!! Please? Don’t make me come up there! -JSC

The Past Is Now!
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Jeff and Willy

@jeffandwilly.bsky.social

3 weeks ago

Realizations I don’t know where my life is headed. That’s too much uncertainty to bring anyone into. But dang, there is this one girl. She shines like the most beautiful sunset. There’s magic there that could bewitch me. Babies, kids and animals love her, I assure you. I know this because every one of my inner children absolutely flipping adores her. I have my own magic, to be certain. But there’s adoration in the adult me, too. The thought of her makes pure energy shoot from my brain straight to the ether. My hair seems to stand on end with just a thought of her. I get that she’s dreams and sunrises. I assure you, she’s glorious painted up in my clouds. She has a recurring cameo role in my nights, too. Not to mention a steady job in my daydreams. I’m grateful for knowing her. Some people improve the universe simply by existing… She’s in that group. Now If I could only get my hair to stand down. -JSC

Realizations
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Jeff and Willy

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3 weeks ago

I’d Take That Jump Could you hold a little space for me somewhere in your heart? I could hold a lot of space for you in mine. If I’m honest, a little of you is already there. You float through my day with me and are only a thought away. I see you at night, but I don’t get to remember more than a flash. Does that mean anything… I don’t know. I do know I grin pretty widely as you sprint through my brain. Maybe an internal chuckle at how audacious I am at the thought of us. I can’t help myself and I wouldn’t if I could. Maybe I’m a fool, I’ve been called one before. That’s alright though, what’s a cliff… if it’s not meant to be jumped off? -JSC

I’d Take That Jump
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Jeff and Willy

@jeffandwilly.bsky.social

1 month ago

Not Really Lost For Words I’m at a loss for words tonight but still they’ll flow. I’m lost for words that would attract the woman of my dreams. I’d write words that would bring her in like a bee to a field of early spring flowers if I could. I’d write her volumes to break through her shell. If only I could find the right poems in me. Trust me, I’ve tried. So here I sit alone on Friday night, of a three-day weekend. This isn’t my city and I prefer to stay in. And if she is playing hide and seek here, her record is thus far perfect. I never planned to stay here long. So, I plan my escape to anywhere liberal, left coast. A bigger city and more friendly terrain. She could be waiting in a coffee shop there. Whatever city “there” is. The Universe knows I’ve been looking for a “there” for a while. And a “her” if I’m being honest. Where is she? Who the fuck knows? You know how these things work. It’s half the fun. When she gets here It will feel like she always was. -JSC

Not Really Lost For Words
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Jeff and Willy

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1 month ago

A Hole In the Outline Of Me I’ve come out decades of survival mode where... Jobs were good enough, and promotions were always inbound if I worked hard enough. Adequate relationships that would be great if I put more heart and soul in. I shake my head and get slightly ill thinking about all of that. I’m settled, even, medicated, and individuated. Now I know I always deserved better and before I never had a clue. Too scared to even try for more, when I provided what I thought the family needed. Though that was always month to month and luxuries were rare. Now I know and I’m reaching for more. Life is going to change for the better. My wounds are healed. In cartoons someone revs up their legs, while standing still and shoots forward, through a wall… leaving only a hole in the outline of them. That’s how I feel right now. My legs are revved up… someone show me which wall! -JSC

A Hole In the Outline Of Me
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Jeff and Willy

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1 month ago

Four Leaf Clover I had been searching for weeks in the clover. Standing there, debating my next clover hunting spot, I looked down, focused, and there it was right in front of me. A four-leaf clover. I plucked it and marveled. Rarely seen but often talked about. A little message from the universe when you find one that you might have stepped on. It made me feel on the right track. I left it with my daughter’s handcrafted knit Cthulhu overnight. The four leaves withered some. But maybe that was only the eldritch god absorbing some of its luck. I should have pressed it in a book immediately. I corrected that mistake this morning. It’s pressed now, in my favorite book. A first edition copy of Lamb, by Christopher Moore. What the hell! Realistic Jesus and the Ancient one on my side. What could stop me? -JSC

Four Leaf Clover
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Jeff and Willy

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1 month ago

One Person To Hold I want one person to hold. Hold her so lovingly and soundly, that even when we’re apart she still feels my embrace. Not to hold her back or attempt to control her. It’s so she knows I’m always with her, through good and bad. I’ve never had that and have always been on my own, even when married. Then I longed for even a ghost hand on my shoulder but I never seemed worthy. Now I know, in my soul, that I was always deserving. I want the jump into my arms, legs wrapped around me hug. No notice required. I’m available any time for that. -JSC

One Person To Hold
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