ShAtTeReD gLaSs, broken, worthless,meant for discard, Shards, ohhhhh the broken shards,unrecognizable, splintered shards. Prickly slivers graze and stab. Pain, ohhhhh the crazy, wicked pain,unbearable, unshakable…
by Christal Casey-Moore Story behind the song: I wrote Dad’s Song a while back. This song came about because I jokingly told my mom I…
A Poem by Jim Hughes I stand alone on a sleepless night hoping ideas will form and take flight Struggling with which words to write…
Well I’m a definite work in progress right now…I can’t bring myself to put pen to paper or fingers to keyboard…12 day drought on writing…
Here’s a few more paintings I’ve finished in the past few days. I seem to be more into painting than writing at the moment. It…
A couple of years ago, I discovered I could see energy. I wasn’t even looking for it. Now I play with it.
to leave everything behind that i’ve once seen and forever seen as home my life has always seen constants of change i’m scared of change…