Creative Purging of Ink
Meet me in these dreams I weave All the different versions of myself you move in tandem with them all Get lost in the maze inside my head ________ You are a living calendar of all the days I have lived without you It’s felt endless ________ With the devotion of the blind explore and […]
Read More Meet Me In These Dreams I WeavePlaces in my mind I routinely go bathed in nerves and moonlight my breath held in midnight exchanges ________ Can I keep you? concealed in a song a moment solidified wide eyed and wanting like a photograph, framed a memento of lost youth ________ Can I keep you? under that full moon despite the moment […]
Read More A Delicate Midnight“And then something invisible snapped inside her, and that which had come together commenced to fall apart.” -John Green, Looking For Alaska Welcome to the dismal, ill-fated and certainly unplanned sequel to Plates, Pins and Nerves of Steel. Six weeks after folding upon myself at the bottom of the staircase, I can still hear the […]
Read More The Melting Point of a Camel’s Back“A painter paints pictures on canvas. But musicians paint their pictures on silence.” – Leopold Stokowski My father was born at the height of World War II to the daughter of an Italian immigrant. He was blessed with the heart of a musician but lacked support of the pursuit, at home. Inevitably he was able […]
Read More Baby’s Got A Brand New Bag“Write hard and clear about what hurts.” -Ernest Hemingway As a small child I was encumbered with vivid and reoccurring nightmares. One nightmare in particular would become an ominous foreshadowing of my future. I can remember it starting around five or six years of age but perhaps it was always lurking. My childhood bedroom was […]
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The Inkwell Files 