All the world painted in hues of noir scenes and aubergines flashing reds and effervescent greens
Static-On-Silence
Bottled Fortune
Scribbled, childish writing on the paper more profound than you grew to be
A Question For My Readers
Dear readers in this small corner of the world... Today, I sealed my fate. I purchased a plane ticket to Ireland where I will meander for about one week.
Dreaming Is the Easy Part
My problem is that I could be anything. I see each day of the week as another opportunity to start a new adventure, and I suspect there are a lot of people out there that have the same issue. I have a growing patience, but that's a relatively new development. I have focus when I begin something, but the majority... Continue Reading →
The Cadence of Hope
The mechanical resonance that fills my bones has me cracking. Constructive frequency chips away at my shoulders and knees. Rejection to critique to the words that no one speaks that haunt me that makes my courage flee my visage disfiguring. This is not pretty. This is the ugly me. But I keep getting up,... Continue Reading →
December Rose 