Aeona Bliss
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Mother and sister but daughter to no one. Orphaned and adopted. Truth eater and wisdom seeker. I refuse to go quietly.
I have been called intellectual, open minded, outside the box, fiercely independent and, on occasion, painfully blunt.
Constant conflict churns within; strength and weakness, love and hate, joy and unmeasured sorrow. My soul pools into words.
Welcome to the pages of my life.
Groups
Aeona Bliss is a member of Short stories - Spherical Scriptings.
Writing
Zen of the Father
Trails of incense smoke curled about our heads. Mimicking my father’s motions, I rolled the juzu, the prayer beads, between my palms. . .
Remnants
Although my work is fulfilling, so many of the goals and dreams that fueled me as I departed home for college are now long gone, bartered for the promise of undying love and happily ever after.
Night Wood
I feel my sleeping cells leap alive, scramble ferociously in surprise / primordial pleadings seep on tepid breath
Bus Stop Epiphany
I thought of the propaganda mill churning out images of slick haired, thick accented illegals jumping fences and hiding in car trunks pouring into the United States. . .
Open All Night
B-boys and career pop-lockers mark the tempo side by side with corporate execs and party amateurs struggling to find the beat.
