Cancel my plane. I’ve been murdered. I’m not here. I’ll be happy to come home with you. Take over. Look at you. Do it.
She quit. You got me. The irony. It’s beautiful.
Do you sometimes feel like a shadow of yourself? Well, all other species on the planet and beyond feel the same exact way. Do you want to join hands by joining minds? Or do you want to stay separate, because nobody accepted you before? Were you not accepted because of your individuality, or because you […]
You break like a brittle twig because you lack life because you take life instead of give life. Chinese broken. Chinese break easy. Chinese selfish – must control every detail from destruction to death. Chinese have no God, so devil enters easy. Fry a dog. Chew a leg, break the panda’s back. Jump up and […]
The rose still blooms. Even when it’s fallen, It blooms from there. ~ Sharon Lee Davies-Tight
Once upon a time many stages ago a woman wrote this poem to herself to cope with cruelty. In order for her to move past the rage, she neutralized it with the power of her own kind words toward herself. Read it when you need a boost or send it to someone you care about. […]
Walk out of your own dark. Don’t let your shoulder hunch give the light away to someone else. Be there when it comes for you. ~ Sharon Lee Davies-Tight
Eyelids drop in anticipation of sleep, knowing tomorrow will make the rest of our lives different but okay. Dissatisfied with today, hopeful for tomorrow and the promises we’ve made to make the future better, as if waking magically creates the possibility, thus the certainty that it will happen. A new day really is a new […]
sweet dreams and happy tomorrows. Not a good day. Not good at all. Rosie was here though. Steve here. The material world no longer matters. So it was good after all. When days get as bad as this, all I can count on for joy–is that which makes a family. Tired nights lead to more tired […]
I’m dead. I’ve been dead for a very long time. No amount of life can infuse itself into my heart, soul or brain to change the death of me. Still…I walk, I talk, work, write, love. How can that be – a dead person still standing and talking about it all?
Lake Erie disappears when the fog rolls in. Downtown Cleveland High Rise Skyline disappears too. All the high rises succumb to the rolling fog. Then it settles, waiting for its next instruction, making you feel the comfort of a smaller world. When it decides to recede, like the waves in the Great Lake it blankets, […]
The eye of the storm. The mind is most powerful when it’s stubborn. The resistance of the mind is like super glue–one drop holds a yacht, keeps a mountain from moving, stops the sea from separating, and creates a frustration so intense in a person witnessing it in another, that it can cause heart attacks, […]
The power of a plant. Winding around the brick wall the ivy fastens itself to the mortar as if for dear life, puncturing wounds into the walls it calls on for it’s survival. The concept of patience and waiting appears not to surface in the ivy’s mission to simultaneously destroy that which it clings to in […]