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Where poetry and stories collide.

Reclaiming of Passion (Journal and Update)

So Stephentotheplate is 6 years old! My little baby is growing up. The original goal for the blog was to talk about politics, maybe documentaries. The goal was just to get writing again. I just knew that I wanted, needed... Continue Reading →

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Book Review Criteria

So, I've been advised by those wiser than me who have traveled this review road before, that I should let prospective readers know in advance how I rate books and what I'm looking for. So, here goes! Book format: I... Continue Reading →

Relapse (poem)

Songs remind me of you. The watch on my wrist, a gift from you, Reminds me of you. Everything reminds of you. This is the worst part of a breakup. The ruination of peace All because someone decided to play... Continue Reading →

To Come Alive (poem)

She wakes while sleeping. While others rise with the dawn, their eyes popping open to see the day- She awakes when her eyes shut. Her world, only sensible when dreaming.

Meet me on the Equinox Meet me half way When the sun is perched at it's highest peek In the middle of the day Let me give my love to you Let me take your hand And as we walk... Continue Reading →

It never gets any easier, he mused as he stared down at the body. The hands still gripped the earth as they had in the moments before death. His stomach churred. He didn't want to be here. Why was his... Continue Reading →

Paint streamed down her arms. Little drops of swirled worlds. Hurried strokes of reds and blues, whirled onto the once white canvas. Pent up emotion, fear, frustration, sadness. Unending, undisguised, sadness. Her hand trembled as she dropped it to her... Continue Reading →

Thursdays are for pasta. Sauce made from scratch, Pasta too, if we're being ambitious. As we chop garlic, sprinkle oregano, Crush pepper, slice tomatoes- We converse. Anecdotes about work, minor grips about coworkers. The ritual of it, the feel of... Continue Reading →

All that Matters (prose)

Of all the things I’ve tried. Of all the things I’ve attempted The effort expended in trying to love- In learning to love, Has been the most worthwhile.

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