life creates your fiction, fiction creates your life.
I'm at a loss for words sometimes. & Sometimes the tide gets rough and knocks the wind out of me. We are all standing in a sea of dreams. Hoping to rise above the water. Even if it's just to breathe. Will you try to float with me?
An illness, a diagnosis, a prescription. So much goes through your mind, a tornado with no oxygen is the best way to describe it. Just spinning, with no end in sight. Amongst the storm, you bring a bottle home. Don't read the label, that alone can cause a frenzy. You decide to wing it, describe... Continue Reading →
Mold me like ceramics fingertips carving into cold clay. Anything is possible. Mold me like a story words creating the view my eyes see. Highlighting the blues and forgetting the rays of sunlight. Mold me like an opinion an experience dictating choices, I haven't made yet. Sweet wisdom passed down from generation to generation. Mold... Continue Reading →
Our thorns are rarely thought of as beautiful. We focus on the need to protect ourselves from the pain they can inflict. What do others think of your thorns? What does that say about the people who want to be invited in? There is some sense of peace when a gentle touch meets a jagged,... Continue Reading →
Sometimes the world gets dull, dark, and mundane. We become stuck on the day-to-day. We grow up, the magic of the world begins to fade. With envy, we dream of our childhood and speak of old memories. We do everything we can to give the young what the old lives for. A moment, to think... Continue Reading →
Sometimes we seem to think that answers are a given. When actually, we hear whispers of truth formed out of nothing but thin air. The wind travels slow though the leaves flutter violently. Much like the Holy Spirit; so solemn, quiet, true, and always last. Drowned out by our own words, dreams, and sorrows. We... Continue Reading →
The waves of the sea, up and down, a rise and fall, each stroke of the waves, build. Balance, a floating plank. If I lay on my back these waves won't over power me. But who doesn't search below and high to feel control of where the waves fall. Water soaks through the middle, consuming... Continue Reading →
Seasons come and go. The familiarity is what we anticipate. A winter breeze causes a snowflake to land between her jacket and her warm neck as another one lands on her tongue the feelings are different, they both melt, but one stings. She hears a, " Shh! She'll hear us!" behind her grandpa's truck. She... Continue Reading →
I'm a girl with a demon on her shoulder and two shadows. The one leading tries to emulate me.It makes a perfect, circular, trip daily with the sun. Beginning and ending with its rise and fall. This one has only grown in size over the years. The one following is a morphing shape, willing to... Continue Reading →
I have the words. This book holds my notes. My body and mind hold the scares. And you, dear doctor, I hope, will bring me answers.
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? 