Category: Childhood Memories

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A Heartfelt ‘Thank You’ to all of our Clients, Family & Friends for the Love & Support of our Artisan Creations at Angel Blue Perfume LLC

I am so thankful and excited to state how well our company, Angel Blue Perfume LLC did last year and we are up and running strong this year too!! I am proud to create some of the finest wild crafted, all natural, artisan  perfumes and cologne for women and men. I have always been inspired by the ‘Old Ways’ of the Shaker people and Victorian perfume makers and … Read More A Heartfelt ‘Thank You’ to all of our Clients, Family & Friends for the Love & Support of our Artisan Creations at Angel Blue Perfume LLC

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Early Town, the Carnival Lady and An Attic of Secrets

  Early Town, the Carnival Lady and An Attic of Secrets The days set slow in Early Town where shadows arrange in mysterious shapes under hazy trees of late summer. I walk along a dry path; a dusting of cinnamon shimmer rises and settles in a traveling breeze across the field of milkweed and yarrow. The path I travel finds its place along Gum … Read More Early Town, the Carnival Lady and An Attic of Secrets

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Angel Blue and Einar in Marrowbone Town

  Marrowbone town is as ancient and orphic as the memory is intimate with secrets. Light is the same at Marrowbone in the morning as it is at dusk, when the sun and star shine, upon silver sheen fog, reach the eyes. One will find many treasures and visions among the souls of townsfolk here. You will find them waiting for you among the … Read More Angel Blue and Einar in Marrowbone Town

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The Secret Place (11:11)

The Secret Place (11:11) In the long days and moments of her dream wandering, she will discover the Secret Place. She moves at peace through angel snow and forest, as a child that knows its way. She comes with the hope of eternal sun, a rustling leaf melody and the bloom of life dancing to cicada’s electric hum. Her eyes of wandering reflect what … Read More The Secret Place (11:11)

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Slippin’ Creek is Just a Stones Throw

Slippin’ Creek is Just a Stones Throw October-2016 I’m my Mother’s shiny girl child when she left me here. I’m the seed of love from my Father, distant watcher, proud of my growing. My Grandmother spoke to me on the last hour of her death bed; “Child don’t take money for things undone and things that should not be done.” Boy, don’t you know … Read More Slippin’ Creek is Just a Stones Throw

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‘Dreams From the Wood Porch’

Dreams From the Wood Porch December 30, 2014 A stirring of rust colored leaves rise ethereal with clay dust, as the girl child dances under the hazy sun of the afternoon heat. Not yet an angel, gold dipped in sin and prayer; her tinkling laughter is matched by the cicada drone that beats with hypnotic fervor. He rocks back and forth ceremoniously on the … Read More ‘Dreams From the Wood Porch’

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The Lightning Walnut Tree

  The Lightning Walnut Tree September 23, I stand small, in the summer of my innocence, beneath the ancient struck walnut tree. The shimmery haze of thick Summer sun hypnotizes me, as I dream of a silver winged storm that struck a jagged rip down through the black walnut tree above me. Moving on the lazy porch swing by the river, I remember the … Read More The Lightning Walnut Tree