The best thing about creating something is that you are the only one that knows what it was SUPPOSED to look like. Don’t be so hard on yourself and make something. Creativity and ego cannot go together. If you free yourself from the comparing and jealous mind, your creativity opens up endlessly. Just as water springs from a fountain, creativity… Read more »
While our art cannot, as we wish it could save us from wars, privation, envy, greed, old age, or death, it can revitalize us amidst it all. Writing is survival. Not to write, for many of us, is to die. I have learned, on my journeys, that if I let a day go by without writing, I grow uneasy. Two… Read more »
We all have those stories that we want to forget. All of those stories led us here, to this moment in time. This moment is all that we have any say over. We have no control over the past other than to learn from it, so we make better mistakes the next time. Worrying about what comes next won’t change… Read more »
she stood in the nights’ freezing air crying for their love slowly he boarded the bus turning back every step she waved, he smiled love was in her eyes when they pulled away farther than before she had so much faith in her love the tears just streamed down her cheek he vowed to return but no one ever really… Read more »
I’m going to keep this short and sweet. Every day you’re alive is unearned. Every day you exist on Earth is a fucking miracle. Your parents made you and raised you (or didn’t) without your permission. But now you’re here. You’ll be dead soon. But you’re not dead yet. That truly won’t last forever. Every time you drive down the… Read more »
What if this road, that has no held surprises these many years, decided not to go home after all; what if it could turn left or right with no more ado than a kite-tail? What if its tarry skin were like a long, supple bolt of cloth, that is shaken and rolled out, and takes a new shape from the… Read more »