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 →
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.
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 →
Who am I now that I wasn't then? Who was I then that I'm not now?
A silent song. Lyrics accompanied by a sweet melody. Pieces of art, beautiful, both separate and together A family this must be. Sweet rain drops on the window pane. Wet streaks running down a slender cheek. Pain, anger thoughts. A fear this must be. A smile. Wrinkled lines caress the eyes, forehead, and lips. Laughter... 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 →
"I'll never understand." Why some things end and others begin; but by existing it will never be forgotten.
Is a woman sad because water drops fall from her eyes? Or is she deemed sad, because the make-up that hides who she is is smearing making the spectators question her truth, fascinated by her façade fading?
Smile, laugh, wink at the moments that pass you in sync. Cry, miss, love the ones you swear you would never let go. Sing, worship, praise the One who gave you another day to live. Question, rebel, confess the wrongs that turn your words into actions. Feel the impact of an emotion. Flourish and thrive... 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? 