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 →
Much like a turtle carrying something heavy, moving expertly slow, taking in everything details, and all. I've never seen my legs, my shell, or tail just my arms, scaly and such. Yet all of my limbs swim freely, positioned percisely, to take me wherever I want to go. Why does this shell change in weight?... 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 →
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 →
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? 