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27 11, 2017

Psychic Reading review

2019-12-02T23:33:11+00:00Review, Uncategorized|

"Corrine has a truly very special and unique gift that amazes me every time. She has given me two readings and each time the details and accuracy to people, places, and events, just give me goosebumps, knowing she has no knowledge of what we discussed. Some things I actually came to find out she knew before I did which was even more amazing. HIGHLY recommend, 5 stars."- Brent M.

28 06, 2016

The Sensitive Soul’s Guide to Waking Up

2016-06-28T23:13:16+00:00Memoir, Self-help|

This is your wake up call, and not a moment too soon- Spirit, Faith, Hope, Love.This is your wake up call, and you are just in time to open your mind and heart in making your life meaningful and abundant with mystery and hope. This is the Season of Waking Up & you have just taken the first step. $9.99 paperback

30 12, 2013

Magdelene Complex

2016-06-28T21:59:19+00:00Poetry|

I could put these time bombs In a God-jar, let some higher angel Keep them. Cigarettes. Music. Weeds. Grace. The men I love, born with the mercy card up their sleeve. Impossible to make a voodoo doll of. I look at the dark, soft hair reaching below the ears, their Jesus complex, how it's necessary for them to have at least 7 followers. Each one an only son I cannot confess to, cannot say how I wake from a calm sleep to find my body stuffed with down, hops and grapevines, nettle a choker around my throat. A wild apple [...]

30 12, 2013

Magdelene’s Dream

2013-12-30T00:46:02+00:00Poetry, Uncategorized|

As wistful as any portrait from El Libro de Santos was the dream of a spear branding me a sinner. Little by little I see clear to giving myself away. This rib for Moses, this rib for Michael. This rib for James, and this for John, the deserter and Jesus the enforcer. Their bellies are full of me. You need to know lust has a smell, pain has a scent, death is a flowerbed. You need to know somebody loves you. Let me show you these stars, Christmas red, holy silver and gold, royal blue and jamboree green. Let me [...]

28 12, 2013

Souvenirs of Love

2013-12-30T00:48:00+00:00Poetry, Uncategorized|

The bone fetish close in your shirt pocket, the worry beads, the medicine stone. Your Souvenirs of Love. Where I write there is an iridescent morpho butterfly from Brazil, three times the size of a monarch, pinned in a black frame so that its colors are the only movement it can make. Souvenirs of Love. The morphine inside us, the poppy springing from our mouths. How drowning is necessary to a dry seed. Years ago in Los Angeles I was waiting for Salvatore to arrive and take me to Venice, the half-mythical shore full of ghosts and children and sailors [...]

28 12, 2013

Through The Heart

2017-01-31T04:33:27+00:00Stories|

THROUGH THE HEART   I laid awake with palpitations all night, unable to smooth them out. I thought of how you would hold me to you like we were at the edge of an abyss. And how it was that before all of this I never knew your face or heard your voice.  And then all at once that I needed more than anything to look at you, touch the reality of you and hear you say my name. Yes, in another world we were on our way, driving down the remains of Route 66. We stayed in motels with names like Candle [...]

28 12, 2013

Valentines For The Dead

2017-01-31T04:33:27+00:00Stories|

VALENTINES FOR THE DEAD   Dear Jonathon, It's Friday night and Billie Holiday's not singing. I've thought of you constantly since Wednesday night. I stamped all my emotions on paper and tried to remember your face and warmth when we danced. When we came into the city that afternoon through Queens we passed a cemetery where the coffins were buried upright. There were so many headstones and markers they seemed to litter the space, a conglomeration like some macabre skyline rising and falling and tripping over itself. Heads closer to Heaven. Honey, you know about desire. It lays down beside [...]

10 12, 2013

Boys Who Sing

2017-01-31T04:33:27+00:00Stories|

Another angel I saw In a bee out of season Trying to move through glass. In a blind kitten Abandoned on the fairgrounds.   When I was 17 I was in love with a rock star, a singer. The first time I met him he was sitting in a church pew inside a club in New Haven. Pigeon-toed, he sat there leaning forward toward nothing, holding a Beck's beer in his hand. When we said goodbye he kissed me and held my hand for as long as it took me to walk an arm's length away. The languid fluidity, the casual soulful-ness of him would surface [...]

10 12, 2013

Where We Land

2018-01-06T23:33:19+00:00Poetry|

A bird wing on the sidewalk, flight cut down, torn from its body. Now, only a symbol of falling.   Is this where we land, on cold cement, a touch of blood with all the passersby looking down and avoiding us.   Thinking of wings and how good it is to be human sometimes?

10 12, 2013

Pilgrimmage

2013-12-10T22:31:02+00:00Poetry, Uncategorized|

A trail of Latino men and women walking on a December night, open bibles in their hands, they follow a black pick-up truck, its bed filled with red and white roses, carnations. In the center a weathered cardboard portrait of Our Lady of Guadalupe. They are singing hymns to the Virgin of the Apocalypse. It's Christmas and the hope for warmth and faith issues ghosts from their mouths.