Posted on September 25, 2017 by brookemyersauthor
On the Wall Go now, Free yourself. These walls take face. Anew year by year, The paint recedes. The drawings appear thy noon.
Posted on September 25, 2017 by brookemyersauthor
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.
Posted on September 25, 2017 by brookemyersauthor
This week I managed to pen out four poems instead of three. New record! Each of the four poems that I wrote, have this symbolic connection to paint. A beautiful connection. It is this bridge that allows people to cross from the present into… Continue Reading “Paint: Part 2”
Posted on September 22, 2017 by brookemyersauthor
This week has been busy. Exceptionally busy. Busy enough that I shouldn’t be sitting at the computer writing this right now but oh well. Honestly if I wasn’t busy I don’t think I would be able to survive. It’s how I’m wired. Anyway, because… Continue Reading “Painting a Picture”
Posted on September 20, 2017 by brookemyersauthor
It was a tough decision trying to decide what theme to pick this week. Ultimately I gave up on the hope of thinking of something. Later it involved glancing at a garage of peeling paint and exclaiming to the neighborhood birds “I got it!… Continue Reading “Paint “
From Southern Indiana comes Author, Brooke Myers. Myers is a novelist who writes within the horror and mystery and suspense genres. Though do not expect her to stay only within those genres. Find her on Facebook @brookemyersauthor to follow along on her journey as she navigates writing, finding time to enjoy life, and being a dog mom.