anywhere but here . . .
A few guys whistled at me when I got off the bus and I wondered if I looked like a prostitute, too.
Read MoreAuthor: Holly Troy
Holly hails from an illustrious lineage of fortune tellers, yogis, folk healers, troubadours and poets of the fine and mystical arts. Shape-shifting Tantric Siren of the Lunar Mysteries, she surfs the ebbs and flows of the multiverse on the Pure Sound of Creation. Her alchemy is Sacred Folly — revolutionary transformation through Love, deep play, Beauty, and music.
Beheading the Phoenix
No longer lying in the ashes . . .
Read MoreWriting Prompt 212 – but are we stars?
it’s all about the sunglasses
Read MoreWriting Prompt 211 – Creation/Destruction Cycle?
or just the hatred of curiosity and innocence?
Read MoreWriting Prompt 210 – cracked wide open
Have we done this before?
Read MoreWriting Prompt 209 – objectified world
The quickest way to make something seem useless is to dumb it down.
Read MoreWhere the dust doesn’t settle
always something in the wind
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holly troy ~ sacred folly 