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…
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…
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!…
Brooke Myers is young author from Southern Indiana. Myers writes mystery and suspense. She is on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/brookemyersauthor/. Myers is also on instagram at https://www.instagram.com/brookemyersauthor/ Follow along with Brooke’s journey as she navigates the author world in her early career.
