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Dare to Be
Within the Mind
Imagine the world closing in, the walls far too close for comfort. The feeling of claustrophobia in one’s own life weighing down upon your shoulders. Your heart beats hard enough to hurt, and you swear you might have a heart attack soon. You’re trembling, sweating, and barely able to hold...
Flowers in the dark
about this piece Flowers in the dark2023Watercolor We tend to take in the awe of nature while the sun shines upon us. Yet, howcan we forget the beautiful qualities that can be shown through themoonlight. Flowers in the Dark is a reminder that even in the depths of theshadows, charms of nature still bloom. See... Continue Reading →
Only a Small-Time Gambler
If people are still getting sick, are still dying,can the pandemic be over? I don’t know the definitionsbut I look around at the maskless and understandpeople no longer care. We try not to think about deathas if the thought is an invitation. How fragile the balance is and yet I make choices.I don’t push the counters all... Continue Reading →
This Time It’s the Maple
our neighbor strives to manage sunlighton a square where grass won’t growMy lawn is perfect except for thosedamn treeshe groused to my husband and mewhile out surveying his propertya hand placed on each hipa man of the manorsoon after I watchfrom an upstairs windowof a sparse space we still callLindsey’s room thoughshe moved out years... Continue Reading →
Parched
barren badlands scorchedsculpted buttes painted fiery palette sweltry, arid wind blastedblood orange dust swirledworn sandstone sizzledunprotected mudstone pittednarrow gullies carvedmesas striated with mineral pigmentsdesert marigolds witheredblack lichen clingedsalt brush tumbledmoisture depletedskin sunbaked, blisteredlips crackedmouth parchedunable to utter one worddamp scent permeatedsomber thunderhead threatenedmomentarily hid the setting sunlavender, gray subduedShe sank to her kneeshead cocked backeyes squeezed... Continue Reading →
At the Waterfall
The unpredictable water orchestratesa force of soundthrough a watchful landscape.A constant breath reverberatesas clouds spread themselvesto bear weightless shadesacross wind-carvedtrees and whales of rock.Transforming the quivering fluxinto a circuit of power,an upfling of savageryits drenched elementshurrying into frame,transparent and deep-seatedwhere the traveller's eyetranslates the chaotic and reconciled scene. Read More in Poetry
The Sketch
My father once sketchedmy mother recovering in bedfrom a miscarriage,the hurt he never revealedbut exorcized in their room,corners of silenceas she slept unaware;a hard pencilworking the shadow of moist grieffrom his mind,his hand moving across the pageto capture the crystalline mirror of the moment,losing himself on the paper's cheekbonesin rhythm with senses which gazedfor so... Continue Reading →
After Pissaro
He entered a roomfor a view of the oldeststanding bridge in Paris.Pont Neuf,a strength of architecturestands without houses.Here the bouquinistestried selling books, pamphlets,before being driven awayto the banks of the Seine.His early canvasfor a new, tragic century,a glimpse of people,those anonymous shadowswith hushed umbrellason a snowy day,observed through rented panes. Read More in Poetry
The Shape of Things
There was no way we could ever get along. First of all, she would use all the wrong words.“You’re spurious,” she would tell me.“You’re not making any sense,” I would say.“Something is spurious if its source is indeterminate.”“Ha!” she would counter sarcastically, as ifhitting upon an arcane truism. I don’t thinkshe realized she had just called... Continue Reading →