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I do not own the rights to these lyrics. This is “Parabol” by Tool. In my opinion some of the most meaningful lyrics ever written. I felt musical today. -Shelly So familiar and overwhelmingly warm This one, this form I hold now Embracing you, this reality here This one, this form I hold now SoContinue reading “Parabol (Cover)”

Let’s talk “beliefs.” (And if this is “too long to read,” then you might want to thoroughly investigate what your belief system is based upon. If you don’t read the lengthy articles and spend time exploring legitimate sources of information then chances are your beliefs may be based upon opinion.) Your “beliefs” are called beliefsContinue reading “Let’s Talk “Beliefs”…”

Elsewhere Part III “Ginny” Two nights had passed since LeighAnne McAddams and Neil Glassman watched as a woman they only knew as “Lauren” caved her own head in by striking herself repeatedly with a rock. Leigh continued to dream about it every time she closed her eyes; the ghastly image playing on repeat using theContinue reading “Elsewhere: Part III”

Elsewhere Part II “Cerulean Creek” Neil awoke before Leigh, so he took full advantage of the opportunity to study her delicate face. One of her blonde curls had fallen in front of her eyes as she slept, and he pushed aside the overwhelming urge to tuck it gently behind her ear. He noticed now thatContinue reading “Elsewhere: Part II”

Elsewhere Author: Shelly Moore {Part One} Most people are sleeping soundly at eleven pm on a Tuesday night in mid-October. By then, most people have had a nice dinner, watched a bit of mindless television, showered if they’re the shower-at-night type, maybe even got a little frisky with their partner, then dozed off to joinContinue reading “Elsewhere: Part I”

Tall Pines Written by Shelly Moore   There are few things I love more than laying supine on the pine needle covered forest floor, surrounded by the 150-foot-tall New England pines and various species of birds singing their morning song. The woods behind my house are far enough away from the road for me toContinue reading “Tall Pines (Short Story)”

The Cottage Written by Shelly Moore The cherry red paint on Charlotte Gurdy’s ‘89 Chevrolet Beretta was nearly pristine, other than a tiny patch of rust under her driver’s side door. Once a week she washed it with the attention to detail that a brain surgeon would give as he navigated through the parts ofContinue reading “The Cottage (Short Story)”

I am undersexed, underloved, undertouched, and misunderstood. I am an intrinsically good person with a heart bigger than my body who gives out my love freely and generously, ever expecting (and receiving) little in return. The compassion within me flows as deeply as a natural well, eager to be harvested by bucket and pulley atContinue reading “Lackluster (Poetry)”