Words that drip off the lips and fall to the ground. They dry up and disappear in the air. The blood that drips off the lips and falls to the ground. Stains. If you’re reading this Thank You for taking time out of your day to read my writing! I hope you will return…
Free Hand #70
Following without thinking, speaking and preaching, words as weapons. Words to live and die for. If we took silence and gave it the same power. Where would that lead us? Into death? or a new existence? Ramblings of a reader, of a writer, not trying to limit or outline what is possible or what isn’t….
DACA
It’s just one thing after another. What to do about DACA? And what is left of us now? Our values that we preach as a country, the words within and without that we define and create what is real. Who is valued and who is who, creating definitions, creating borders. This leads us nowhere towards…
Hurricane Harvey
The last couple of weeks have been hard: watching the news and constantly reading up on the current conditions of Southern Texas after Hurricane Harvey, how people act and react in situations like this is both amazing and appalling. I’ve been conflicted writing a response poem to this event because I do not want to…
Announcement: What to expect this month and next…
Here’s what I’ve been thinking about doing during September, One to three short stories (expect Horror and Mystery, Halloween is upon us!). Short reviews/reflections of a handful of newly released movies (right now I am thinking, Ingrid Goes West) A compilation list of my favorite Halloween movies! A review/reflection of a select Musician. Basically through…