Marilyn Glover
Bio
7x Medium boosted poet, editor, and Reiki Master who is at her best when in nature. Creating to boost humanity while often not coloring within the lines. Follow me at: https://gmarilyn009.medium.com/
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Dragon Rising
There weren't always dragons in the valley. Typically, they stuck within the castle's perimeter high up on the northern cliff. The majestic ones preferred the quiet company of the mighty wizard, Ryo wo, and his daughter, Ayumi, over the densely populated valley. Dragons are not social creatures by nature.
By Marilyn Glover2 years ago in Fiction
Peace and Awing Found in Breaking Points: Soaring
Just another night at the lonely heart's club, it was not. Two years prior, a different story. She came a long way since her last patronage. The pub vibe felt refreshing. Sitting on her once typical Friday night bar stool did not phase her. Her name was forever tattooed on the footrest but time faded its etchings-only traces of letters remained. She held her head high, sipping ginger ale, not craving the seven and seven she once threw back in an attempt to bury the pain of a nasty divorce. A loveless marriage that left her feeling undesired and broken. A chip on her shoulders to prove her worth prompted reckless drinking and quests of flesh encounters to validate a sense of desirability. A midnight marauder, she became, pursuing men, many men, in an attempt to find herself. Drunken delusional comfort faded when the whiskey novocaine wore off, leaving her shattered on the floor, pieces scattered, broken pieces; no peace, only fragments of a soul followed by ghosts...
By Marilyn Glover2 years ago in Poets
Miss Macey Mastermind
Hello and good day! My name is Miss Macey, and I am an eight-year-old, twelve-pound, fluffy calico feline. Yes, I am a cat! I have a crucial task ahead of me today so please, follow me quickly. It is almost noon, and my Mum will be ringing me soon. Her name is Margot, and we live in a cozy flat in Manhattan. Margot is 34 years old and has been in the states since she was thirteen. I adore her accent and have to say she is a very attentive mother. Let's go on now. I must get to the kitchen. Margot will be ringing me from work, roughly at noon as she does every day.
By Marilyn Glover2 years ago in Fiction
The Oddest Synchronicity
Life is full of hidden gems waiting for us to uncover. Too often we overlook the importance of what is right in front of us digging deeper and deeper for a complicated explanation, assuming of course, that everything in this world is just that; complex. Perhaps we humans do things a bit backwards. Maybe just maybe the answers to some of our most pressing questions have a much simpler resolve lying in nature, numbers, music; subtle signs of guidance. I recall with such fondness the memories of my childhood during a time when I was struggling to find my place. Not a single detail escapes me in recollection as my story truly is of the oddest synchronicity.
By Marilyn Glover2 years ago in Fiction
