life creates your fiction, fiction creates your life.
Mold me like ceramics fingertips carving into cold clay. Anything is possible. Mold me like a story words creating the view my eyes see. Highlighting the blues and forgetting the rays of sunlight. Mold me like an opinion an experience dictating choices, I haven't made yet. Sweet wisdom passed down from generation to generation. Mold... Continue Reading →
Our thorns are rarely thought of as beautiful. We focus on the need to protect ourselves from the pain they can inflict. What do others think of your thorns? What does that say about the people who want to be invited in? There is some sense of peace when a gentle touch meets a jagged,... Continue Reading →
Sometimes we seem to think that answers are a given. When actually, we hear whispers of truth formed out of nothing but thin air. The wind travels slow though the leaves flutter violently. Much like the Holy Spirit; so solemn, quiet, true, and always last. Drowned out by our own words, dreams, and sorrows. We... Continue Reading →
The waves of the sea, up and down, a rise and fall, each stroke of the waves, build. Balance, a floating plank. If I lay on my back these waves won't over power me. But who doesn't search below and high to feel control of where the waves fall. Water soaks through the middle, consuming... Continue Reading →
Seasons come and go. The familiarity is what we anticipate. A winter breeze causes a snowflake to land between her jacket and her warm neck as another one lands on her tongue the feelings are different, they both melt, but one stings. She hears a, " Shh! She'll hear us!" behind her grandpa's truck. She... Continue Reading →
I have the words. This book holds my notes. My body and mind hold the scares. And you, dear doctor, I hope, will bring me answers.
I'm new to letting the world understand me. Knowing who I am, my real self, is a privilege. Many aren't given the chance. I'd rather be a scattered puzzle, than another pretty face. Porcelain always seemed too fragile. Solid and heavy, from my words to my eyes, made an impression nobody forgets. I'd rather pierce... Continue Reading →
Plans are in the making. The shadows still come. Getting older always gets old. A sunny day with light clouds. A day with poring rain. Sometimes their just water drops. Other times it's just one of those days. To wear a suit of armor whatever the weather only to improve the humanness not covered by... Continue Reading →
Don't let the moment pass... Let your heart beat. Let your lungs fill with air and taste every spec of dirt you have lifted. Dance in the rain. Let the drop fill the soil and build a forest full of strong trees. Color the dark with shapes. Battle your monsters, let shadows dance their dance,... Continue Reading →
We admire the fruit. We forget the seeds. What if we planted one? We have instead of took. A gardener, the mother of many, and yet forgotten, just like the seed. .. A family tree brings so much more than just life. A family tree brings hope for stronger roots, ritualistic seasons, the waxing and... 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? 