life creates your fiction, fiction creates your life.
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 →
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 →
If this is that then that is this. The things that go missing can't be missed if they are lost on purpose. Buried and uneven six feet under, "forgiven", forever hearing the baseboards creek. Those wooden planks decompose, a memory grows more distorted and convoluted. Dreams, the eyes cannot forget, even eyelid free. The missing... Continue Reading →
What am I? Who will I be? What am I doing? Who will I see? When Nothing interrupts. The noises brought back memories Oddly enough I saw my wedding day, my future kids, house, memories of young and old. My mom baking, smiling, owning a home. My boyfriend proposing. My worries, gone. Moments of fear... Continue Reading →
More Than a Ring. đź’Ťđź’• I've been used, conquered, broken, and low. Stuck in a trivial position in which tomorrow was unknown. So many he's that said, "It isn't me." Then I met you, cowboy. On my left hand wrapped around my ring finger comfortably sits a diamond ring with purity etched in the band... 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? 