life creates your fiction, fiction creates your life.
What became of us, remember when we didn’t have to rush, just love endlessly and erratically like the wind? What caught your eye in this new accomplished sin? Was it a new sense of pride, getting away with it or letting your own insanity in? A premeditated fantasy, a new adventure you bragged about in... Continue Reading →
The sun rays hover across your closed eyelids. The sheets warm to the touch. Your chest rises and falls. I lay on my back and watch the ceiling fan, the blades spinning in circles never ending, producing wind still and silent. My eyes flicker as if taking pictures, momentums of your peacefulness. Wondering if you're dreaming...... Continue Reading →
Generation after generation bonded by truth connected by experience with our lives to share still fight for what is right still fight for the woman next to you. A woman's voice is a tsunami hitting a mountain that always seems to be too high. Our world, somehow" never lets the echo reach far and wide.... Continue Reading →
Silence: The thoughts buried from last night’s dream, The uncertainty of, “Am I where I’m supposed to be?” The determination to catch up with time, The obsessive need to re-lock the door, The suffocating exhaustion of a déjà vu spinning wheel, The doubts you fight to negate, The racing heartbeat that won’t slow down, These... Continue Reading →
The two rocking chairs became a metronome as they pushed forward and back on a wide, white, wooden porch. A mother and daughter watching the sunset, drinking cold, crisp ice tea. Memories seem to resurface as the common day is discussed. The mother shares stories of when her daughter was young. “Do you remember when... Continue Reading →
Her sigh gave him goosebumps. His touch gave her movement. They loved, giving passionately. Never noticing they were dancing. It didn’t matter the setting. One glance and they were tangled together, forming art.
I wonder what telegrams, conversations, and power these brought that connected so many. I can still see the electricity they’re sharing. 💡 In a small little town where the leaves change from green to red, yellow, and brown there sits a church that carries generations of dreams, the soft songs of people who worshipped, the... Continue Reading →
His eyes cut through her. Skin, bones, and flesh leading to the main target. Her heart vulnerable and loud skipping its beat, only calm when he blinked.
I'm at a loss for words sometimes. & Sometimes the tide gets rough and knocks the wind out of me, simply because I can’t believe what I see. We are all standing in a sea of dreams, with so much opportunity. We are left with hope, to rise above the water. Even if it's just... Continue Reading →
I drive past the house I grew up in. Everything is different. I look for some kind of familiarity, but there isn't any. The screen door is now black. The trim isn't green anymore. The bench my dad made is missing. The vines that once covered the wall transporting our young eyes to the jungle,... Continue Reading →
the way our lives are reflected and seen
Break the silence. End the violence.
Don't be afraid, just turn the page.
Film, Music, and Television Critic
Life or Fiction? 