Disasterpiece

With the best of intentions, we've been chained. Artists grow up and slowly fade - a world full of colors now mostly grey.  Our passion and joy we gladly trade, for money and some accolades. But dollar signs don't validate, and it's still you that you hate. Acceptance seemingly a fairy tale, we decide not... Continue Reading →

I Rose, I Roared

I Rose, I Roared   I am the rose of the universe A destiny of putting her songs to verse I am a bloom and she the stem Her roots feed the beauty I am within   I swirl and twirl in this reality Unfurling the beauty you reflect in me The lies and the... Continue Reading →

Life Imitates Art

Have you seen the whole "Shakespeare wrote King Lear while quarantined thing"? It's like an earworm for me.   It's not like I'm even wasting my time (on the surface). I'm spending a lot of it with the kids, books I've been meaning to read, journaling I've been meaning to do, introspection I've been avoiding,... Continue Reading →

Baby Got Beef

I would like to humbly submit my magnum opus. Baby got Beef by Mahbuttitches Oh my god. Becky, look at her fridge.It is so full. She looks like one of thoseDoomsday PreppersBut, you know, who understands those preppersThey only talk to her becauseShe’s got enough TP for theApocalypse, kay?I mean her fridge, is just so... Continue Reading →

Erasing the ‘t after Can’t

Hello there. Today was my 10th day writing on WordPress. I didn't get a badge, and I'm feeling a kind of way about it. I'm not saying that things like pictures of badges or streaks motivate me. I am saying that today was my 1025 day on Timehop and I just so happen to be... Continue Reading →

How Monsters Made Mountains

A little boy sat next to his grandmother in their backyard, looking at the mountains all around them.  “Grandmom, why are there mountains?” the little boy asked, his eyes wide and entranced in the way only children can see the world. He had removed the thumb he was sucking absentmindedly to ask his question.  The... Continue Reading →

#IAmWriting

I think it’s hailing again. Sounds very plinky outside. I think I’m writing a short story; I'm close to 3k words. I don’t know how long it could be. It’s all waiting to be told. The idea came right as I was falling asleep, and I was paranoid I was going to forget it. I... Continue Reading →

All We Need is Just a Little

All We Need is Just a Little Patience Inner Wisdom whispers Stroking my unruly curls The tears that had blossomed But never unfurled Just the stinging of the dew . . . .. ... ....wait for it Mel Gibson said it But the whisper was more like a cough A choking sensation From my exhalations... Continue Reading →

Touched by Fire

I’ve been reading Touched by Fire. It’s a study on mood disorders - particularly bipolar - and artists. It’s so fascinating but also eating me up a bit. Reading the facts about Poe, Van Gogh, Woolfe, Tenneyson, Lord Byron...on and on...it’s cathartic to feel not alone and certainly in good company, and depressing to read... Continue Reading →

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