Who, then, is the artist? 

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 →

Paint the Room Still with your Legacy

The words aren't forced her expressions are raw a natural need to fill the silence.  The silence of a blank space  a sincerity so, utterly unrest-less. The additives slip away with the passing seasons. Dreams of colliding colors, dusty books, words. Frozen in time, attached to the sentiment of "now". Nothing, soon stops. Something, always... Continue Reading →

Skeletons in the Closet

A silver-stringed net  tied deep into her shoulder blades a bow-tie nonetheless encroaches on her twists and turns. Her own breath won't control its distance or the sure capacity of its weight. Much like a spider's web  glossy and slick sticks to its pray  and all of their struggles.

Curiosity Killed the Cat….

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.

Blurred Vision

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 →

Brick by Brick

The patience of a stone wall. Pick at the concrete  Decorate this man-made structure. Man or woman, I am me.  The re-established presence. The strength of a thousand  demolished by one; a deteriorating foundation, self doubt.  Gone.

Endorphins

Consistency, pre-planned complaining seeking, creating all that once was; and yet, still is.  (Its never gone away.)  Blinded by others the unknown hills placed in front of plans.  School never taught "The Conspiracy of Accomplishing Future Dreams". We forget the cemented footsteps behind us, the hands reaching out to guide us.  When, finally all is... Continue Reading →

Outside a Bay Window

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 →

Connected

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 →

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