life creates your fiction, fiction creates your life.
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 →
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 →
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 →
Unconditionally A glimpse of my reflection pokes in at the corner of the rear view mirror. Who is she? Really. Moody, violent, Passionate, outspoken, Honest, and impulsive he loves what just gazed back at me? Why? How could he? The flaws, the inconsistencies. Scars cover me black and blue. He isn't planning my demise, he's... Continue Reading →
I promise you all of me forever I do. Dedication, persistence, tranquility, and chaos too. When your last name changes to mine, we'll be forever in two places. Forever yours. Forever mine.
Life Moves 👣 Create the dazzlement of past years, past moments: tears, laughs, excitement. Tainted by time they've sadly passed by. Turmoil brusis our muscles. Although, the brain has the power to forget... a touch, connection, lie; they never feel the same twice. He has proved the amount of trust that emanates from a finger... 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? 