life creates your fiction, fiction creates your life.
Different pieces of metal. Different designs. ••• A mosaic of memories one doesn’t exist without the other. ••• They are all a part of her. She is carrying a piece of you with her. •• Soldered to her heart. They’re tattooed in the veins. ____ A piece of jewelry? Eight.
Silence: The thoughts buried from last night’s dream, The uncertainty of, “Am I where I’m supposed to be?” The determination to catch up with time, The obsessive need to re-lock the door, The suffocating exhaustion of a déjà vu spinning wheel, The doubts you fight to negate, The racing heartbeat that won’t slow down, These... Continue Reading →
Her sigh gave him goosebumps. His touch gave her movement. They loved, giving passionately. Never noticing they were dancing. It didn’t matter the setting. One glance and they were tangled together, forming art.
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 →
He is what? To me, a lot of things. When did you know? I couldn't tell you, it's just so. Tell me the story. From across the room of a New Years party, 2012, our eyes met. He dodged past shoulders and shared soft-hearted grins while passing. Face-to-face now he told a joke I laughed... Continue Reading →
Pinch me I'm dreaming. A life like this has me screaming, "Chaotic bliss?" "What the hell is it to you?"
Take a deep breath taste your memories reinvent the moment; Write those words within records you.
From East to West, day after day both performing, sharing endlessly. Divine colors unnamed, blending as the sun travels, dances it's way to the other side of the Earth. The West performs its last number. The East applauds with darkness. The clouds smoke the sky with footprints of the day passed. Painting a sunset with... 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? 