Art
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Love Is
May they find the hours of my love for them strewn upon these coloured pages. May their names shine with my love, and may their eyes light with the truth of all they are. May these hours, and these pages… Continue reading
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The River I Am
The river I am. I fall in love with the next creative thing, and there I stay for a while (but not forever.) When I create, I flow, I cannot be boxed. I am sometimes a writer. Sometimes a musician.… Continue reading
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Insomnia
I lay in bed last night, at 4am, thinking of the tortured artist, thing. We feel so deeply, us creative folk, and therefore, we capture the world in its fullest expression. Which is beautiful. Really, ice-shatteringly beautiful. But we are… Continue reading
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One
Here we are, world. Another day of co-creation. I do not own you. You do not own me. And yet we are one becoming many through each moment, each hour, each breath held or released in the face of it… Continue reading
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Breath
I am the same breath as my art. Continue reading
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My Contribution
I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: I keep my distance from the news. I have to, because the moment I face the full ache of this thing, I feel the pain of the entire world. Already, I’ve… Continue reading
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Live
It’s the morning. I’m sitting up in bed, leaning against the material laden backboard of the bed I bought when my life tore into two separate pieces. It makes me feel more comfortable than the old wooden one. I feel… Continue reading
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Rainbow
Is this a rainbow I see reaching through the collective heart of the dreamers? Wide eyes open, lovely dreamers. You were made to shine the most beautiful lights on the world. Continue reading
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Sweet Muse
Come to me, sweet muse. Float into my heart and wake me from sleep. Light the fire within and shine me on my way for a thousand lifetimes. I see you, sweet muse, for what you are to me. A million… Continue reading