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Discovery: Part 3

RIGHT HERE Once ago I thought I knew myself. But that was years ago. I’m me. Though I’m not myself. I see all this time passing by and I think I should be different. Think I need to conform. I clench my eyes shut… Continue Reading “Discovery: Part 3”

Discovery: Part 2

Honestly I could spend a lot of time, branding what I think discovery is. But that would be useless. Come show. Go away tell.

Writer Support

I think the thing I enjoy most about writing other than the actual writing portion is writer support. It still amazes me to this moment how writers from every where, all across the world, will support others that practice their craft. I don’t know… Continue Reading “Writer Support”

Passive Voice

My bloody nightmare. I’m sure I’m not the only one who has an irrational fear of passive voice. I use passive voice without thinking, I’m getting better. But as my editor likes to point out I go a little over board. Anybody else come… Continue Reading “Passive Voice”

Itch

I’ve been getting this itch lately. Not like an under the skin itch but a brain itch. Weird I know, but apparently it’s perfectly normal. It’s like the hellion to Writer’s Block, but it won’t let me focus on one thing. For the last… Continue Reading “Itch”

Book Shoot

I decided to have a little fun with my first novel. And since it’s fall, why not have a photo shoot?  Any thoughts?

Discovery: Part 1

I haven’t picked a theme yet, but simultaneously now I have. Discovery as a theme has a broad context. You can either think a lot into it or a little as you would like to. Which is nice. There is this beauty to discovery,… Continue Reading “Discovery: Part 1”

Paint: Part 6

On the Wall Go now, Free yourself. These walls take face. Anew year by year, The paint recedes. The drawings appear thy noon.

Paint: Part 5

Canvas Face These lips, Red on. Tan goo, Blended across. Dusted cheek bones, Darkened, And swirled, Blush pink. Lined eyes, Powdered immense. Dewy skin, Come see such a glow.

Paint: Part 4

Feral Time I see it, My life on the walls. These years I’ve lived, Aging in the same house. The years flaking away, Like all this chipping paint. Powder Pink, Fading to 20’s blue. How I see it, By the water damaged door. In… Continue Reading “Paint: Part 4”