
I don’t need you
Anymore
I am not sure I want you either
I have untied the strings
That tied me to you
Don’t call me
Or text me
You never did anyway
I only need myself
And can make it on my own
I know we said we cared… Continue reading
Art without the intention of perfection.
I don’t need you
Anymore
I am not sure I want you either
I have untied the strings
That tied me to you
Don’t call me
Or text me
You never did anyway
I only need myself
And can make it on my own
I know we said we cared… Continue reading
In my little garden, I plant
Little, frail seeds in oil black soil
Whose hopes are to grow firm and rich
In fruit and vine
Today I am publishing my poem “Winter in Reverse.” This poem takes its inspiration from a previous poem that I wrote about autumn last October entitled “Autumn in Reverse”. Autumn in Reverse actually started out as a piece written for a psychology class assignment on memory. Our assignment was to write a story, poem, or other short work of exactly fifty words for others to read and see how many words they could recall after two minutes of reading it. Each student had to read someone else’s work in addition to writing their own piece.
I had been meaning to draw for, well, years. Today I finally broke out the drawing supplies and paper that I bought sometime in 2014, I think. When I set out to draw, I wasn’t sure what I wanted to draw, but I knew it had to be something more than a simple exercise. (A boring drawing of a shaded sphere comes to mind.) I decided that I didn’t want to do anything that had an analog in the real world; thus I chose to draw something abstract.