About onlyfragments

I'm a writer on the hunt for someone as passionate about writing as I am. It doesn't matter what kind; it just matters that the person love the written word as much as I do. I dabble in different things, but my primary focus is something along the lines of cross-genre character-based multi-narrative introspective episodic flash fiction. (That's fancy mumbo-jumbo for "I write short fiction involving the same two characters in different settings and genres." I just liked all the kooky words.)


“Prayer for Fallen Felines”

Mother Cat, watch over your fallen child
and guide their spirit to the Eternal Land
may they hunt in fields of moonlight
and sleep in fields of sunlight

[ I’m quickly beginning to realize that a lot of my offerings to Bast are going to take the form of writing, which is no surprise. I’m sure there are already prayers/incantations out there for the spirits of fallen cats, but I wanted to write her one myself so it’s more personal when I use it – though anyone is welcome to use it, of course. ]


I honestly couldn’t care if this feeling is fabricated
if it’s the Prozac or the Topamax (or both)
the B12 or the vitamin D
hell, maybe it’s all the Eggo waffles and Goldfish crackers
the naps with my head on your lap
or the ancient goddess speaking in my ear
who gives a shit?
I feel good right now
and dammit, I choose happiness


guys, I did a thing!
this queer’s more visible now
weird lazy femme ace

[ I know I never post pictures of myself here, but I’ve been wanting to shave my hair for years, so you have to suffer through some selfies. Also, “weird lazy femme ace” may be my new descriptor. ]

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You know I’m better at writing words than speaking them
so let me write a few I should have spoken:
I love the little scar on your right eyebrow
I love the duck shaped birth mark on your side
I love the way your hair curls as it dries
I love the gap in your teeth
I love the freckles scattered across your cheeks
I love your random white hairs
I love the way you look in a sports bra and pants
I love how your face relaxes in sleep
I love the way you look in a tie
I love the way you look in a dress shirt and tie even more
I love your curves
I love the hard earned callouses on your hands
I love the way your eyelids are just a bit darker than your skin
I love how it always looks like you’re wearing eyeshadow
I love the gentle curve of your lips
I love how ticklish you are
I love the birth mark at the base of your neck that looks like a sun disc
I love the warmth at the small of your back
I love the side of your nose
I love the pink shell of your ear
I love your one eyebrow hair that never lays flat
I love the swell of your breasts
I love your eager nipples
I love you in clothes
I love you naked
I love the power in your body when you go through your forms
I love the rise of your shoulder when you lay on your side
I love when you wear your hair in pigtails
I love your profile outlined in moonlight
I love your eyes glittering in the sunlight
I love the freckles hidden in your hairline
I love how slowly your eyelids rise and fall when you’re sleepy
I love your crooked glasses
I love your voice when it’s serious
I love your voice when it’s silly
I love your voice when it’s trembling
I love your voice when it says my name
I love the way your hand fits perfectly in mine
I love the way you hold a guitar
I love the way you look at me over a guitar
I love the way your fingers glide over the strings
I love the silkiness of your caramel skin
I love every one of your eyelashes
I love your masculinity
I love your femininity
I love the flecks of black and gold in your eyes
I love the salt of dried tears at the corners of your eyes
I love the strength of your arms around me
I love your surprised smile
I love your feverish, loopy smile
I love your crooked smile
I love your shy smile
I love your peaceful smile
I love your sorrowful smile
I love your relaxed, goofy smile
I love your secretive smile
I love the smile you only show to me
I love everything about you
I love you


Lord Sun, who surrenders all to love, teach me how to choose happiness.
Prince Moon, who surrenders to no one, teach me how to choose happiness.
Nameless Mage, who forges her own path, teach me how to choose happiness.
Mother Cat, who knows the path I must take, teach me how to choose happiness.


Mother Cat, who chose me at birth
take me into your blessed service
I shall protect your children as my own
and honor the spirits of their dead

I am yours, Lady of the East
do with me as you will

Mother Cat, who calls to me now
teach me the ways of your glorious devotion
I shall humble my heart to your love
and surrender my will to your ferocity

I am yours, Lady of the Flame
do with me as you will

Mother Cat, who stands at my side
guide me along the lighted path
I shall clear my mind for your wisdom
and open eyes to your messengers

I am yours, Lady of Truth
do with me as you will

Bastet[ Bast has declared 2015 to be her year, so to celebrate I bought her a lovely (and sassy) new statue and a book about invoking the Egyptian gods. Something tells me I won’t need the book, though; she seems fine with letting me know exactly what she wants, and when. Like any cat. ]