scrubbed free of pretense my face my soul left raw naked fine lines radiate out create delicate starburst pattern like stone hitting thin ice bullet
Tag: Identity
Am I Already Gone?
in my deepest dark corners worry chews at my belly I fear that I have already given in to complacency unconsciously surrendered to ordinary forgotten
The Shaping of Clay
There are days and nights where the only thing keeping me from sliding completely into the abyss from dissolving into something shapeless nameless is your
Warning Label
At times I am a danger to self and others roaring in like a tornado of ideas passion art supplies discarded shoes a guitar pick
Pandora’s Box (revisited)
Not sure I went to bed same woman I woke up An act of boldness courage Put your big girl pants on led to opening
Jigsaw Puzzle Reimagined Take 2
Glimpses of me in the mist shift like a kaleidoscope before I retreat into shadow My constant motion never allowing panoramic images to be revealed
Memorial
Our closets no longer full of mourning clothes we instead honor our dead on printed tees car decals tattoo our losses on tender skin create
Center Stage (revisited)
She would never win the award for best actress in a leading or even performer in a guest role She was assistant director boom operator grip
I Am
I am Fragments of poetry Wisps of dreams Drifting musical notes Memories captured in amber Metal Dragons Origami Cranes Blood orange kisses Words of strength
