“I think as an artist, to become an artist, you have to love yourself so much. Then, you have to find someone; You have to find someone who loves you even more…” He said after I questioned love. And I thought. I sunk in my thoughts. Thought upon thought of all the things that I […]Read more "Love and Art"
It was some time. Not the best. Not the worst. Just Time. And though there were times I knew I brought out the worst in Time, Time was, as Time is; incredulous, omnipresent and overwhelmingly ostentatious. I despised Time. Yet I had no knowledge or reason or clarity of what Time felt of me. I […]Read more "Tick Tock"
Time swiftly navigated the cold tile floor of the room they called mine and positioned himself at the side of the bed that was assigned to me. He adjusted his oval reading glasses and from his hip revealed a pen. With a click of the hammer, Time readied his instrument and prepared for notetaking on […]Read more "Time’s Iris"
I sign another line. This time, I do not think about the hoops and swirls and dots. I don’t stop to break a stroke. My hand is stable and my eyes are dry. I flip the paper. I sign another line… …It was a long time ago. When I was young, younger than you are […]Read more "I am Christmas Morning"
I listen as he talks. His hands move in sync with his mouth. His fingers and his voice dance together in perfect modulation. His wavelength is hypnotic and while he is not talking to me directly, I am transfixed enough to forget temporarily that he has trained himself to perform this wonderful manipulation, “Diane claimed our program […]Read more "Between Men"
There were two men. One was a good man who acted in malicious ways. The other was a bad man who wore the mask of a good one. I loved them both. I was deceived by both. One tricked me with a lie. The other made me out for a fool. Both were absorbed with […]Read more "The Big Win"
He planned to go down with his ship. A good Captain always does. He didn’t realize others would go with him. He didn’t realize how fast a ship can sink. He didn’t realize a lot of things. But here he is. Standing outside his bar. His hands in his pockets and eyes towards the sky. […]Read more "O Bartender! My Bartender!"