Finding Acceptance for the Past

The past is the past. The past is in the past. Yet, it lingers on, branded into the mind, twine embracing those invisible, intangible things …

The Name and the Artist

Originally published on the beautiful Sky’s Art Bucket. In the past, I was timid, quiet, easily overspoken. I gave an air of maturity that I …

Why I Write

I set my fingers on the keyboard, the familiar keyboard with the little bumps on the F and J, my muscle memory automatically curling my …

Why Do I Dance

I always get ask the basic question of “why do I dance?” I dance because I have something to share, not to prove to anyone …

Coffee, Please

Coffee. A smile. A facade from the disrespect. My eyelids bolted shut. Shutting out the past. Past tense. Before. Before you left, the smile was …