You are under the command of three… The voice in your head. The voice in your mouth. And the voice from your pen. Which voice is yours?
She picks up her drum. Asks for it’s permission. Her hands caress it. The skin of the living meets the skin of the dead.
The ocean calls. Pele summons. The island beckons. Sun, sea and surf Over land, roads and turf.
Don’t write to state your opinion. To simply be heard. Don’t write to respond or react. Write as if your life depended on… After all, these aren’t words on t…
I have succeeded in being who I a… Good and bad. But what about loving who I am? The right and the wrong. Accepting who I am?
Your roots are strong yet you are a bud dangling lifelessly. Its cloudy and you feel down. Plant’s seeds get spread
I build it with music. I freeze it with a photograph. I ease it with meditation. I tease it by floating on water. I beckon it by running my fingers…
Dear god, You have been behind all that I h… Yet we still have more work to do. May you use me as a conduit for yo… You have guided me through the Da…
Losing her glasses on the ice, she… She floats around the central hub… The inner circle becomes her inner… She is in the eye of the storm whe… Meanwhile other skaters orbit arou…
The night sky is our lost mytholog… No longer do we look to the stars… No longer do we sit in awe of the… So behold the immensity of the sky… And recognize the infinite capacit…
Many years go a woman was walking… It was long and windy, stretching… It had sharp barb’s on it preventi… She touched it and cut herself. Her blood dripping on the grass.
I yearn for her but she can never… I fantasize about but she will nev… She makes feel alive when little e… I feel my heartbeat, my breath. This can go on forever as long as…
How lonely it can be to write. My bride is this white computer sc… Constantly staring at me. Always receptive. To write is to challenge solitude.
Everyday you look for someone out… You look for something out there. When you are lonely you look for a… When you are scared you search for… When you are sad you seek sympathy…
SnakeWoman by Chris Warren Smith A woman by day. A snake by night. One brings you fright.
