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  • Poetry from the Vault

    It is precisely the sort of thing I am always trying to do in my writing – to present my unhappy reader with a wide-ranged chaos – of actions and reactions, thoughts, memories and feelings – in the vain hope that at the end he will see that the whole thing represents only one moment, […]

    Bria Rose

    January 28, 2023
    Life, Poetry, Thoughts, writing
    creative writing, Love, meditation, poem, poems, poet, Poetry, Thoughts, writing
  • Time, Like a River

    “Time is like a river made up of the events which happen, and a violent stream; for as soon as a thing has been seen, it is carried away, and another comes in its place, and this will be carried away too.” –Marcus Aurelius As always, I intend to sit down to write, and inevitably […]

    Bria Rose

    October 4, 2022
    Family, History, Life, Love, Photography, spiritual, Thoughts, writing
    Life, Love, writing
  • Father

    he said ‘my absence is strong and warm. it will hold you. it will teach you how to miss. how to be without. and how to survive anyway.’ -how my father raised me –Nayyirah Waheed I blinked and suddenly 6 months passed since my last writing. Not for lack of material per se, but rather […]

    Bria Rose

    June 19, 2022
    Family, Life, Love, Poetry, Thoughts, writing
    creative writing, Death, father, Life, Love, orphan, parent, spiritual, Thoughts, writing
  • Something to Say, Something to Find

    “Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go” –Jamie Anderson It has […]

    Bria Rose

    December 20, 2021
    Death, Life, Love, spiritual, Thoughts
    Death, ghost story, grief, high strangeness, Life, loss, Love, medium, memories, mourning, paranormal, preternatural, psychical, spiritual, supernatural, unexplained, writing
  • Haiku

    What a strange thing it is to mourn an ending that never once began.

    Bria Rose

    December 8, 2021
    Poetry, spiritual, Thoughts, writing
    creative writing, Death, ending, haiku, Life, loss, Love, mourning, Poetry, sadness, spiritual, writing
  • Ouroboros

    Time is a circle, the snake eats its tail. We come and go in cycles, souls bound to a wheel that not many seem to see. The same patterns repeat over and over in micro and macro. I find myself caught both in the wheel and outside of it, desperate to get off. To stop […]

    Bria Rose

    December 5, 2021
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  • Rebirth

    “If eternal existence is altered, then it must become more beautiful; and if it disappears, it must return with more sublime image; and if it sleeps, it must dream of a better awakening, for it is ever greater upon its rebirth.” –Khalil Gibran Life has been busy, a pell-mell dash through seasons as summer is […]

    Bria Rose

    October 19, 2021
    dream interpretation, dreams, Life, life, dream, dreams, interpretation, dream interpretation, Love, spiritual, Thoughts, writing
    creative writing, Death, dream, dream interpretation, dream meanings, dreams, Life, Love, spiritual, writing
  • Through the Eye

    “He who has not been bitten by the serpents of light and snapped at by the wolves of darkness, will always be deceived by the days and the nights.” –Khalil Gibran, The Broken Wings Wild dreams, dark dreams, bright dreams. It’s been a while, hasn’t it? There’s so much to say, so much to write […]

    Bria Rose

    August 5, 2021
    Death, dream interpretation, dreams, Life, life, dream, dreams, interpretation, dream interpretation, Love, spiritual, Thoughts, writing
    creative writing, Death, dream, dream interpretation, dream meanings, dreams, Life, Love, spiritual, writing
  • Recursive

    We choose our joys and sorrows long before we experience them. –Khalil Gibran It seems I’ve been in a bit of a writing rut again. Many, many dreams have come to me over the last few months, and yet I cannot find the words to do them justice or give them waking life. I suppose […]

    Bria Rose

    May 12, 2021
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  • Mourning Sound

    5 years. I can’t really believe that, or take it all in. That first March 4th; I never thought a sunrise could be a view so cruel. In the stinging light of that new day, all I could feel was your absence with such aching. Such a careless thing, that morning. Doesn’t time know to […]

    Bria Rose

    March 4, 2021
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