life creates your fiction, fiction creates your life.
"You're not real, but I am." To know the difference is freedom. To realize your scream is presence. To understand your words is expression. To hold on when you want to let go is strength. A thought is only a thought until you let it grow. Don't let its roots cause the grass to fade,... Continue Reading →
Captivated and still slow moving up a hill. The steepness rises my footsteps fall down, all. The summer breeze brings wind light and soft, from underneath a birds wing. Whistle a lullaby a whispered rhyme, something I can decipher with all of this time. ....but satisfaction brought it back.
The morning sun peaks through the shades cutting, molding his face. His chest rises and falls. I'm captivated by what my tired eyes think they see. Mosaic art pieced together by shadows and light. I look for those attributes. They calm a nightmare. They lull me to sleep. They make my heart race. Slowly his... Continue Reading →
The world goes silent her eyes look past what is seen. Nothing exists; Daydreaming. Thoughts become red musical notes dancing around the tree outside the bay window. A brisk wind carries them away, transforming into round, purple polka dots on her daughter’s dress, on her 5th birthday. Laughter ignites warm smiles and birthday hats. She... Continue Reading →
Young their pinkies intertwined while sitting atop the monkey-bars. The heartbeat beneath his chest humming underneath a blanket in the back of his pick-up truck One went to college. The other stayed home, comfortable. Other people came and went; they both changed they both learned. A visit back home, a holiday parade, and a simple,... Continue Reading →
As just a young child…. no matter what was done, it was never enough. A breath was too soft, a scream too abrasive, a request too demanding, aspirations too small, and for the one creating the standards; he knew it all, even if it only existed in his father’s head. His mom, brother, and sister... Continue Reading →
Her chest becomes heavy, the breaths are short, and her face is red. The walls inch closer, the voices of others are muffled; the whisper in her head cannot get louder. No matter how hard her voice pushes and scratches through her airway, nothing comes out. Nothing. In the early morning hours she wishes herself... Continue Reading →
Strings attached to my chest, pull much like a puppet, I put on a show. The smile contains flushed red cheeks even when I feel pale. The glimmer in my eyes, were caught like a firefly in the night. I'm so far gone, that I'm lost. I enjoy the adventure of finding this new sense... Continue Reading →
This moment, right now, makes all the difference some how. My eyes open and close at night those moments of darkness, they seem to hold so much more. In my dreams I reach for your voice. Recreating those intonations, those wordless gasps of air. The moments we felt each other’s nonsense. Years have passed. I... Continue Reading →
I am so incredibly thankful and honored to have been nominated for The Liebster Award by Justina Luther. She is an amazing writer and if you haven’t already checked out her amazing work, her blog is titled Welcome to My Imagination. Here are the rules: 1. Link and thank the person who nominated you 2.... 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? 