Launching this website about three years ago was one of many steps to externalizing my dreams. I am an introvert with anxiety and depression and, well, issues. My writing and art had always been private, as I never considered it professional. But it occurred to me that no one begins as a professional artist. What makes you a professional is taking the steps that lead … Continue reading Checking In
Your life is a book. It’s your story. You write it every day. Did you know that? Have you taken control of the author or narrator’s role to move your own character through their story arch? Sometimes I forget that the things I do are the result of my own decisions. Sometimes I get angry or bored or frustrated with my life. We all are … Continue reading A New Chapter of Your Life
Ghosts and vampires, Picnic table ants, Memories both good and bad. Scary monsters, Sexy witch or nurse, Dressing for lives we never had. Halloween candy’s Long gone by ten. Wear your costume anyway. No one’s watching, But your future selves. Be your own fun today! Continue reading Dancing with Your Future Self
I took some pictures. Things I’ve seen a thousand times or more. If home is where my memories live, these are the things that the walls are made of. Continue reading History of Me
This pretty purple pause brought to you by the people who work too hard, too long, for too little. Always remember that there is more to life than what you have planned, or even imagined. Continue reading Pretty Purple Pause
Morning comesAnd here I lie to myself,About my day.I’ll get things done,I have a plan to achieve,What i may.But I’m pretty clear,With honesty, I wont doAll that i plan.Ill end my day,Regretting that I had notTaken command.Perhaps i willPretend to go back in timeAnd do it right.Start again Right now, here. Get up. AchieveAll that I might. Continue reading All That I Might, a poem
And she asked Sydney about death. “Do you fear death?” When Sydney did not respond, she continued. “Some say if you don’t fear death, you aren’t living well. But I don’t know. I know death is part of life, but still…” “Hmm,” Sydney considered. “I think there is nothing to fear about death,” Sydney said. Her brow furrowed. “Of course there is. Everyone fears death.” … Continue reading Cobblestones, Part 1
If you build it, Some will come to see. Some will come to mock. Some will come to worship. Some will come to knock it down. If you build it, Build it in your own style. Build it with confidence. Build it with inspiration. Build it solid and strong. If you build it,Let it grow from you.Let it be your everything.Let it represent your heart.Let … Continue reading Build
The old man whispered from the dark, Shadows hiding his intent. He urged the youth to embark. With palsied voice, hear what he said. – “Come you to the water’s edge. Come you to the line of trees. Come you step beyond the hedge. Think you ready now to leave. – “Grown men dream of freedom lost. Women of their wildest days. Boys they wish … Continue reading Cannot Stay, a story poem
Dissolve I glide in salty, rain-drenched seas, Kindred to each fish And each molecule of water. ~ It’s another death and I Can’t wait to see How it begins. ~ I swim through ochre-grey skies, Blind and all-seeing. Flying like a bat, falling like a god. ~ It’s another me and I Can’t wait to see What I will become. ~ I burn 37 miles … Continue reading Dissolve, a poem of anticipation
Unheard Warnings Speaking loud into the ether, hoping that someone will hear. Shouting silent words of wisdom, unwrapped from my mortal fear. Know the history, heed its warning. Find it waiting for you there. In the winter, I will slumber; liken me to bear and squirrel. In the autumn, find me wishing always to be have been a girl. In the springtime, in the summer, … Continue reading Unheard Warnings, a poem
Journey Life is just a journey. Not a destination. Places we’re going aren’t the places we’ve lived. Life is just a journey. Just an apparition. Another dream that we have something left to give. Life is just a journey. Just a hesitation. So no need to worry about things left undone. Life is just a journey. Be it fun or lonely. And no one can … Continue reading Journey, a poem
I’ve decided my next project will be a collection of short stories. I have a few ideas. I am considering making this a compilation but need a theme. After all, everyone has a story to tell. What do you think? Which short story compilation would you read? And would you want to participate? Do you have a short story just waiting for the chance to … Continue reading To Make a Story Short… (A Poll)
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