Pamela Preston Archives | Rebelle Society

Tears Flood the Garden. {Poetry}

This garden of tropical flowers, plants, trees and sunlight, with its fractured shadows dancing on the lanai, comforts me as I grieve.

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Duende of Grief: When We Roamed as Cathars. {poetry}

And we broke bread... you stood and raised your glass to 'mes amis', whom I had known for centuries, when we had roamed the hills as Cathars.

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Duende: My Father’s Last Breath. {poetry}

Though generally the word has a modern context of a person’s unspoken charm or passion, and indeed, my father had those qualities, Lorca’s meaning applied to me.

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Mourning. {poetry}

Last night I stepped outside of time Minutes became centuries Ten thousand years became right now And mourning the epiphany As clenching pain released...

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The Mary Magdalene Dialogues. {poetry}

Mary Magdalene was writhing Beneath the cross as He was dying I watched her from the desert flee Across the Mediterranean Sea

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As the Sun Eclipsed, So Did My Mother’s Life.

I have accepted that my mother has released me. She paid for my flight and wanted me to come so she could do just that. Today I see I need to release her.