Dark to Light

You keep surprising me. I keep finding more fragments of your soul and mine. We’re intertwined. Our souls howl and … More

Artists’ Gray Cloud

Artists shareArtists cryThey live anew with every fleeting die.Coming into the rain, soaking up the gray clouds.I call your name … More

This post was inspired by my friend scrunchfoldington over at Lemon Stingray Blues. His post Negging, really got me in … More

I hear this songmy world goes stillI hear your heart in your wordsand it plays into my blood.I cry and … More

I’m benevolent and malevolent like a sharp edge of a razor. When understood, I’m safe, useful even. When misunderstood, I’m … More

I follow the abstract, the incomplete, the wild and ever-changing. Boredom is never featured amongst them. Boredom is not in … More

I wished for colorful ink. I bought colorful pens. I wanted this book to have more pictures. I had none. … More

The keys on the grand piano play. The music flows fluidly and intensifies boundlessly, bouncing off of wide walls into … More

I feel at home and out of place. I see the golds and blues and whites, your floor boards and … More

Tomorrow can sometimes be a worrisome word, provoking insidious whirlwinds of anxious thoughts and a certain uncertainty with them. The … More

Twilight dawns. It’s the beginning of Summer’s end. The backs of houses are silhouetted in shadow. There’s a squeaking of … More

The wind blew through me, underneath this naked tree. High on the peak, it takes me back to a time … More

Searching for an unheard of place, people with meaning. I want so change, but still cling to what is familiar. … More

Fallen, you still are proud. With eyes wide open, I lean further down, face almost touching the bark. The moss … More

Your glare intensifies as I breathe in and out. A nervous laugh is begging to climb my sore throat. It … More

They sat for hours in mosquito, ridden grass, her front lawn. They sang songs about love, songs about truth, … More

Smoke rose from the towering building, statuesque and concealed partly by clouds. The fountains steam and spout water as we … More

I was full of boundless energy, that hyper little five year old. When we grew bored with wandering parking lots … More

Just the other day, I stepped into the shop near home. I viewed a familiar library through the glass. I … More

Riding in your car, the windows not working and the backseat a mess, soon is nowhere in sight as the … More