“The full moon cast an eerie glow through thick ancient dark woods. In the shadows around a tree, the serial killer ran his knife lovingly over Chelsea’s trussed dead body. She lay, as if posed for a photo, wearing only… — H Raven Rose Copy Share Image
“I am a black bird, a Raven, I am Raven. I know and I am knowing—I know and see life and death, expansion and… — H Raven Rose Copy Share Image
“I am a single note, a tone that peals in the wind. I am in the magic of the moment and then he returns,… — H Raven Rose Copy Share Image
“This is your karma. You do not understand now, but you will understand later. The source of pain is within your own larger expression… — H Raven Rose Copy Share Image
“Life luscious wet life bereft of death, loss of empty shell minus absent of nothing exploding star cell amoeba sweet algae oxygen, hydrogen flowering… — H Raven Rose Copy Share Image
“I have found that a writer is formed not so much by their experiences but by the way in which they view and capture… — H Raven Rose Copy Share Image
“I am in the night of the stars. The moon is new and I see my way by focusing on the light given off… — H Raven Rose Copy Share Image
“Samantha reminds me of the difference between what is illusion and what is real. I am reminded whenever I forget that we choose our… — H Raven Rose Copy Share Image
“Leila dreamt that her Soul was on fire. It was not a nightmare. Shannon was in the dream. Shannon was telling her to wake… — H Raven Rose Copy Share Image
“I hope that I capture something in my work that is about the elusive, the magical and powerful and the transformative. The writing in… — H Raven Rose Copy Share Image
“She held herself until the sobs of the child inside subsided entirely. I love you, she told herself. It will all be okay.” — H Raven Rose Copy Share Image
“I write because I am a writer, not because I want to get anything out of it.” — H Raven Rose Copy Share Image
