Author Archives: amuirin

Years slip by, a sigh on the wing. Blue tallow candle summon morning~

I cannot believe it’s been so long since I wrote. Where did the time go? If anyone still stops by, and it looks like sometimes a few might, everything’s good in our world. Sierra is 13 now, and going into 7th grade this fall. She is about to get braces, which is a point of [...]

I want to curl up in your familiarity, which I perceive as safety, even if I’m wrong. And what if we’re wrong? Hiding under a blanket of you so we can hang out here on the edge of life, loving and pretending that it won’t all be coming out cold. Who am I missing? Who [...]

What if I wrote a sentence that didn’t end but stretched on and on and revealed something about the human heart, but not some over-reaching universal truth about the human condition, just the particular essence of us, crystalized with all our flaws and struggles open to the elements so that the wind gets in and [...]

Ingredients: 1 cup of flour 1 tsp. baking soda 1 tsp. salt 1 egg buttermilk vegetable oil or bacon fat (not a heart healthy option but more authentic) Put skillet on burner, heat on medium or just over medium. Sift flour into bowl with baking soda, add salt, combine dry ingredients. Pour buttermilk over ingredients [...]

Everything starts here with the first choice; how the day will go, be slanted, play out, say It’s an oatmeal or egg option. The Orange Juice clause bears meaning unimaginable to the unitiated- and the hour, oh the hour there is no comparable meaning to the lunch crews or the dinner diners, with their restless [...]

Tonight I want to howl down the moon for you. It all got away from me: Time, the body’s particulars, and things fall apart slow.  I peer out at this gloomy thing hair limp and singing silver.  Tired face. It’s like you distracted me from how I’ll never be young again. We forgot things so [...]

When you go to measure the monster,  you’ll find you’re unprepared for it. The spark of surprise at being swallowed half-way down that hot, slimy throat, bars your ability to learn. You’ve brought the wrong tools. You’ll keep trying to apply a system (while the beast lolls on his back, and hangs his tongue out waiting [...]

For once I’m not threatening you with desire. It’s something more sacred than that, but also the need to ease my legs out of trousers and walk across the deep, cold desert on my own. But it is also revenge. Anger like a hard kernel in the fist of my heart. You’ve sculpted my eyes [...]