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 →
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 →
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 →
Your humor brightens my day Your hugs warm my heart Your advice fills my world with vision Your words color my world Your years, a beautiful age is far younger than the world believes, because being young is a frame of mind. Your rhymes and sing-songs remind me that I am a child first, because... Continue Reading →
Carry me away today, far away, to a place where i can find myself again. A place in which the world is quiet and the ones I love are close. A place that carries and offers no worries, doesn't question my worth, and limits do not exist. The aches and pains of stress settle, the... Continue Reading →
Curvy roads, Mileage, and packed seats. Country music, grandparents, Mom, and brothers. So much green. Quiet thoughts, aggravations, memories, and popped ears.
My tattoos exist in the lines of my story, my poetry. There lies my understanding of perfection, morals, of life, my struggles and successes. Read my stories and you'll know which ones carry pieces of my skin.
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? 