Tag Archives: Julie Deshtor

The fear had pecked a hole inside…

The fear had pecked a hole inside With its long pointed beak. My fists went limp – I couldn’t fight. My mouth wouldn’t speak. ‎ I saw a threat beneath each tree, Behind each closed door. I chained my will … Continue reading

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Lot’s Wife

I have been turned into a pillar of salt. The sky is coming down. It’s raining ambers. All around Are falling shards of our shattered world. Our city, our city burns. Our palisades succumb to hungry fires. Bodies light up … Continue reading

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The Julie Deshtor author website is up and running

I finally did it – my Julie Deshtor author website is up and running.  You can find it at http://deshtor.com as well we http://juliedeshtor.com. Coming up next is the “Letters to Phoenix” Goodreads book giveaway, followed by a press release … Continue reading

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I am pacing…

I am pacing like a caged panther. I am growling at the crowd. White-hot, glowing, molten anger – Let me go, let me go, let me out!   I will break free somehow, I swear, of the present which makes … Continue reading

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Getting your shit out of my house…

Getting your shit out of my house – Like stench of rot out of my mouth: You were so sweet, such a good boy, I now know it was a ploy To take my family and life. Of course you took … Continue reading

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monsters

We pretend to be badder then we are, monsters, living in shadows of all our fears, in the falling ashes of our past alone with our badness, alone. And the flash of a blade in the night means nothing is … Continue reading

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When life is a bitch

When I find myself backed up against a brick wall, when I’m too proud to fight and too tired to crawl, when my lovers have gambled my secrets away, and I can’t find a pen, and there’s nothing to say, … Continue reading

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