Projects in the worksweekly photo challengeThese are photo's of incomplete projects. Incomplete projects reminds me of the things I still have to do... and often gives us a reason for living. 1) My Personal Tarot de...

I hate that awkward feeling that I get when I go home. I didn't leave on the best terms but they weren't the worst . . . were they? I hate the way I feel when I have to say "my parent's house" instead of "my house." I s...

Life is like a rollercoaster ride             I get on the ride,         Not knowing what I’m getting into.   ...

Tears are not the answer. Tears cannot stop the bus mid-careen towards the cliff and instill a thirst for life in the driver.

Dark, bleeding, throbbing, blood dripping ...down. Slowly... drip drip drip. It begins to pool. My breath is steady. *slice* My heart rate quickens. Dark, bleeding, throbbing, blood pooling ...nearby. T...

  Frantic scribblings of passion fill the CANVAS to the brim of his hat, tilted low in polite greetings hiding his eyes beneath strands of copper hair casually tucked behind ears in attempts to appear calm after frenzi...

  hidden betwixt and between camera lenses and reality is where I coexist with feelings and ideas, thoughts and abstractions swirling through clouds and water droplets in ponds mixing, mixing, mixed into one dream of f...

Oh I am behind.  There are a number of poems I could post, and hopefully I will get around to it.  But for now I'm choosing one that Austin, Addison, and Joshua wrote together.  After spending a couple ...

This morning as I exited my local Walgreen's a man stopped me to ask for some change and I responded with "I'm sorry, I don't have any," to my shock and my dismay he shouted "RICH BITCH!" me.... rich....bitch! not likely...