Rebelle Society

art

The Magic Of Music, My Lifelong Partner.

The seduction started when I was young, as Music asked me to come out of the darkness and dance. It didn’t take much to coax me out into the light. His song was sweet and his smile intriguing. He knew I was born to dance with life. He took me out of the darkness, exposing my vulnerabilities,  ...

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fiction

Away From Home. {fiction}

“Where are you going?” she asks. Mark looks into the darkness in front of him; the bright road lines on the highway are clear only for a few feet in front of the truck before they disappear into the night. “Same place you are,” he answers, and he just keeps driving.

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wisdom

I Am Not Diseased.

The comfort inherent in a label, in a reason, in a belonging, only lasted so long for me. Yes, I was temporarily saved by the notion that there was finally a sign I could point to and say, "This is why I am this way. Help." But it didn’t last very long.

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wisdom

Bloom: Creating New Life After Loss.

As I write these words, it has now been three months since my brother passed away, and I find myself standing on the precipice of spring looking back over my shoulder at the steps I have journeyed since. They are jagged and disparate, crooked and uneven with no order to them other then they are  ...

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