life creates your fiction, fiction creates your life.
Our dance with him never ends. We always take his hand. The music is never different. The same words, the same chants. A flicker of faith and the dance floor begins to open. New music, familiar voices. He never rushes, only teaches with our feet upon his shoes. Just like young children usually do. We don't... Continue Reading →
Give me a star lit summer night in the back of a 4x4 pick up truck. A light blanket, country music an a loose piece of paper. Take me to a beach where the waves crash at my feet. Two worlds collide in their counteractive beauty. A couple towels, bathing suits under clothing. Let the... Continue Reading →
The sun rays hover across your closed eyelids. The sheets warm to the touch. Your chest rises and falls. I lay on my back and watch the ceiling fan, the blades spinning in circles never ending, producing wind still and silent. My eyes flicker as if taking pictures, momentums of your peacefulness. Wondering if you're dreaming...... Continue Reading →
Generation after generation bonded by truth connected by experience with our lives to share still fight for what is right still fight for the woman next to you. A woman's voice is a tsunami hitting a mountain that always seems to be too high. Our world, somehow" never lets the echo reach far and wide.... Continue Reading →
I have many homes. Each one is beautiful in its unsteadiness, its story, its existence, the memories, its smell, the small, silent whispers the people, its shelter, the walls that saw it all, and most importantly, they are all mine. -- The girl who traveled through unfamiliar doors. Only to realize they all began with... Continue Reading →
Drive me home down that old dirt road listening to country music that song, melody we know. Let the sun set. More time together, another tomorrow. Each ray of sun, Each star in the night sky a moment a picturesque light for us. Before I open our front door he yells, "Babe, hurry! Come look... 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? 