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.
Photos fall to the ground from an old dresser some of them black and white, others bursting with color. You can touch them, pick them up, feel them and their weight. Are they heavy or light, faded, new? We ask the ones pictured in these gems now held between your fingertips. As words fall from... Continue Reading →
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 →
I've never loved somebody this much. My last and only. My cowboy
Drive me home down that old dirt road listening to country music that song, melody we know. Let the sun set. More time together, another tomorrow. Each ray of sun, Each star in the night sky a moment a picturesque light for us. Before I open our front door he yells, "Babe, hurry! Come look... Continue Reading →
When your heart races gasping in pleas, staring out the window humming a melody. The laughter of silence. Thoughts effortlessly skip, Wondering what it is you think of at a time like this. Anxiously waiting, sitting still, while emotions scramble to identify what it feels. You don't notice, but I do. That grin starting at... Continue Reading →
Color me simple, color me pure, suppose the part in the world that I hold. Think of me pretty. Or don't. Words are contingents, do we fit? Tell me how, why, and when. Categorized with more intersections than one. Separate who I am who I once was; what definition or word is that? Humanity.
Darkness consumes all, proves the array of shades of grey. The stars shine bright in a distant field where city lights cannot diminish them. The moon winks with its craters. I smile, in this moment distance is just another shade of grey.
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? 