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So perfect, so tragic…
So Anne Marie, tell me about Monsters and Angels in one sentence.
How about one picture?
“We don’t choose who we love.”
-Sorcha Alden
The Calling
Even thousands of miles away, hints bombard the senses, every minute of every day.
The burst of fresh coffee’s aroma, and the knowledge that it won’t be perfect.
A wall of air so steamy, it’s worn like soggy paper.
Silent fog, swirling, devouring all in its path without remorse.
Snippets of jazz, riding on a veiled wind.
The fleeting whiff of a long forgotten candle.
Whispers of spirits hidden in the midnight rain.
In her sultry voice, New Orleans is always calling us home.
Getting Away With It
Empty? Maybe.
Silent? Never.
Hands on the clock crawl to that moment when day gives way to sultry dusk and all souls stir in their tombs, destined for midnight’s wicked frenzy.
This air buzzes with history’s notes—flashy keyboards and wailing horns. Floor boards creak underfoot, worn thin by musicians and their dancers, nobles and their courts.
Dazzling lights of royalty fell dark only once, born again amidst sapphire flame and victory bells.
Every chance I get, I sneak in, close my eyes and remember the devilry and decadence, incense and absinthe. Precious memories of brothers and sisters, fast friends and young lovers, chasing their dreams and tempting fate in the Golden Age.
We got away with all of it…
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Veiled
Always alone when the veil drops…
Crystals shiver and jingle in the breeze of an airless room.
A brittle shadow.
Blur of a fading spirit. Whisper of a borrowed dream.
Hope is a tease.
Beneath the worn floor pounds a heartbeat that survived hell.
Belief is paradise.
The scarred clock ticks and restarts time with a union of eternal souls.
…never really alone.
The Shimmer Where You Stood
Damn this lonely and bleak season.
Could you be a ghost? Are the undead capable of haunting each other? Credible sources tell me no. Not possible.
Yet, you come to me in dreams so vivid, I tremble for hours. Everywhere in this labyrinth, I see you. Your figure blurs in one blink and fades to nothing in the next. A mirage of the way you were on the day we met-innocent and unscarred.
Tricks for my eyes and torture for my soul.
Lies and treachery are woven into life’s tapestry for New Orleans’ first family. Theatrics seem normal-until they sabotage everything.
One last fight. Crossed signals.
One final truce. Buried resentment.
One handwritten note. Love paid the price.
My eternal mission is to rekindle that fire and honor our wedding vows. I did write them myself.
Monsters & Angels 