The sun’s harsh reality bleeds all the color as time undermines the detail and ruthlessly scraping, the elements steal all uniqueness defining this art What once was a masterpiece, priceless and admired, now fades to the background of years
One of my favorite Dr. Seuss books has always been The Lorax, and it has inspired all sorts of artistry in me over the years, tree-hugging, pseudo-hippie-freak, liberal environmentalist and conservationist, and reincarnated dryad that I am. It’s always been incredibly important to me to instill the same love of nature in my children. [...]
Tiny pieces left behind A cup A shirt A sweater Like art Or poetry A scrap of the soul Immortal Once I’m gone
She was tall and lanky. Older than me… like she’d seen a darn sight more than I had in life. She was familiar, someone I knew well, but could never describe to anyone else. Someone I nearly forgot the moment she walked away. But the only one I was certain would eventually come back. [...]
it was only yesterday or maybe just next week it feels like it’s all over but we’ve never even met I remember how you kissed me yet I’ve never felt your lips I miss the way you loved me though you’ve never shared my bed in dreams I relieve memories that I think we’ve [...]
The house still holds you but I cannot. Every creak reveals the silent groans you left behind your wake. Each shadow a reflection haunting my mirrored image. Some days I see you when I walk in the room. Some days I feel you when I climb into bed. Some days I hear you walk [...]
the jury found her innocent and no one understood how a mom could love her child in the death of all that’s good it had already been decided by the jury of her peers not the ones inside the court room but the ones out on the street she would never live it down [...]
every word etched into the crevices of my heart broken a recording spinning on infinite repeat every action looped around my lungs shredding a silent film in unfaded replay a silent film in unfaded replay shredding around my lungs looped into every action a recording spinning on infinite repeat broken into the crevices [...]
And now for something just a little bit different… Shawn Smucker, classmate in college, writer friend, and twitter friend, was looking for guest posts for his blog. So, I confessed my darkest secrets… well the ones about growing up in a Christian school. Go check it out, and share the love!
for Zoë Elaine I refuse to blindly tell her not to run inside or walk barefoot over stones or splash through ten-inch puddles to stay out of the mud or not to eat off the floor or that fire only burns I don’t want to just say no if there’s any reason to [...]
