I'm back beaches!

Have not written in a while. Due to hospital stays I have been reluctant to come back and say anything. But today's blog is going to be dedicated to my favorite liturature. Books are being replaced by devices like the Kindle and the Nook, I still enjoy a good book even though it's not very green unless you read it over and over again. Most of my favorites, I actually do reread.

My personal favorite Author is Clive Barker. Known as a master of Horror, you wouldn't guess he is also a very good drama writer and children's book author. But he is. Sacrament and The Thief of Always are good examples of this. Those are very good books, but my all time favorite book of his is Imajica. Also he writes plays. Frankenstein in Love is the best one in my opinion.

One of my other favorite books is The Hobbit. It's just an all time endearing book. My favorite poet is Johnathan or John Keats. I would suggest him to anyone.

Here is a list of books I highly suggest to readers:

Love and Other Demons by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
The Divine Comedy by Dante Algheri
The Complete Poems by John Keats
Miss. Peregrine's Home for Perculiar Children by Ransom Riggs
The Thief of Always by Clive Barker
Incarnations by Clive Barker
Imajica by Clive Barker
Into the Wild by John Krakauer
Once Upon a More Enlightened Time by James Finn Garner
Dr. Faustus by Christopher Marlowe
Faust by Goethe
A New Earth by Eckhart Tolle
Zen Guitar by Philip Toshio Sudo

and last but not least: The Bible

I am going to post some of my writings below:

You Could Never Stay

Love like clouds

A million miles away

Floating through the air

On a crisp November day

I wanted you to be there

But you weren’t to my dismay

I loved you so much

Was all my lips could say

But I knew from the cold breeze

That you could never stay

You could never stay

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Queen Coal

Pin nails

Razor tongue

And a mildew heart

Little girls’ bones

You made into art

And now when we look back

Our ghosts stare back

How, when coal is black,

We breathe the attack

She speaks

Through serpents’ tongue

She feeds

To make her strong

And now when we look back

Our ghosts stare back

How, when coal is black,

We breathe in the attack

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Dead Seasons By Anne Owen

She remembers when things got very cold. She remembered when her heart was broken and she got cold inside. It felt like December, yet it was May. She did not live where it was usually a cold climate. She lived in Louisville, Kentucky. Or rather her heart died there.

She met him at a comic book store. His wisps of long hair concealed the beauty in his shining eyes. She fell hard at that moment. He was picking up a Wolverine comic and she felt like Jubilee or Rogue. No one underestimates the power of youthful love more than the heartbroken adult.

Her name was Rachael Tonza. She was of Hispanic descent. She always imagined strong Spanish conquistadors fighting over her mother. When she came of age at thirteen, the romanticism revolved around her very self. Then she met him. The world blossomed.

She always knew she was different. She touched a tree and it would bloom, or a flower. She just thought it was her green thumb. Her powers announced themselves in her teen years. She managed to hide them from wearing gloves. Her uncanny resemblance to Rogue flourished except, instead of taking life, she gave it. Beauty of the most natural kind surrounded her. Every plant and thing seemed like a universe unto itself.

She was gorgeous. Her dark, ebon hair drifted along the small of her back. She knew she was beautiful and found nothing wrong with it. She relished when boys her age would gander at her. She preferred long haired beauties of boys. She was not a virgin, however. She had made love to the boy of her choice behind her school at night.

He was a lousy lover to her, and she promised herself no more of that. Then she met him.

His name was Xander Epstein. He was 15 while Rachael was just about 14 years of age. He was half Jewish, which made him all the more alluring with his conflict of faith with hers. She knew her parents wanted a Hispanic boy for her. Her rebellion cost a lot of her eventually.

They dated and the summers grew stronger, the winters less bitter, the springs blossomed like a rosebud in bloom. Everything had a place. Even their hands clasped tightly around one another’s in the hazy light of sunset. They kissed each time they went to their sacred place in the woods.

Then he decided to break up with her. That’s when it got so cold, so very cold.

Her name was Susan. Xander fell in love with her at first sight. A beautiful, young, Jewish girl, he knew his parents would approve and that’s what was important.

Their love affair lasted until she died of hypothermia playing in the snow in April. It was very mysterious. Xander grew depressed.

Rachael tried to console him and win him back, but to no avail. There was no winning him back, his heart was gone. Rachael became so depressed she almost killed everything she touched. She had to start wearing the gloves all of the time and children at school poked and prodded her for her style choice. The whole world seemed depressed with her.

The news on t.v. was mostly about war, death, and natural disasters. The future seemed very bleak for her and mankind.

She lay in her bed one day, naked, but for her gloves, she thought only of Xander. She took them off carefully, slowly. She touched her own heart.

Have to put some of my products in here from cafepress.com," Anne's Little Shoppe of Art"

Thank you for reading and looking!