Chalk is the best medium
I lie on the pavement, not caring about the chalk on my black clothes, and stare sideways at my fantasy expanse. After three days, the drawing is done. Swirls…
No Man's Land
The wind blew gently over the earth and the poppies danced in time. The sun shone brightly and the earth was beautiful. I sat down on the marble bench and let…
The Tears Come
Running my fingers along the glossy black, I don’t let my mind work. No. I’m not going to think, not going to think about this. Because if I let my thoughts…
inside her absence lies a promise sure as stone [poem]
Bright echoes of life and laughter dance across the hall, Her voice reverberating -- Thrumming the air Like so many strings. Just because she is gone does not…
Closeness Through Distance
Stare at the walls. There are no words. Why do I feel my eyes wet with tears that weren’t shed for my grandfather? Why do my fingers shake for someone whose…
Where were we yesterday?
--------------------------We Praise our Media Scapegoats Posthumously---------------------------