Different pieces of metal. Different designs. ••• A mosaic of memories one doesn’t exist without the other. ••• They are all a part of her. She is carrying a piece of you with her. •• Soldered to her heart. They’re tattooed in the veins. ____ A piece of jewelry? Eight.
Photos fall to the ground from an old dresser some of them black and white, others bursting with color. You can touch them, pick them up, feel them and their weight. Are they heavy or light, faded, new? We ask the ones pictured in these gems now held between your fingertips. As words... Continue Reading →
“A encapsulated maze filled with memories, words, the powerhouse to functioning. Pain cuts through memories and words become mush. You can’t see it, but I can feel it. Sometimes its so hard to speak.” Trade me. “An analysis explains all that my body has been trying to tell me. Only now I wish I didn’t know, because... Continue Reading →
A boat sits, lost at sea. A compass spinning, searching aimlessly. The waves are still, silent. A slight breeze, carrying rain, not strong enough to cause movement. Sometimes we forget the sails, the anchor beneath. What would happen if we set both of them free?
He stands still, motionless just staring, never blinking. The bright colors of his pants, intended to be inviting, mix like cotton candy colored vomit. His smile is menacing, suggesting unnatural thoughts. Happiness has never looked so terrifying. His white gloves wrap around every corner. In the darkness they are all you can see, strangling the... Continue Reading →
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 →