Choosing to be. Away from the traps of myself. Away from the crosshairs of you. Quiet I see. Colors I hear. Choosing to continue. Joy Jane June 32nd short 06.19.2019 be

emotional evocative

Rita was that friend that understood the language of loneliness. . . . The days away from now stretched on for months. Communication from Rita was a beacon of change with promises of highs and lows. Not many know and understand the fire in my brain; this want-to-be debilitating fire chokes me with attempts of … More emotional evocative


Betwixt the drug of you and the and the pain of art, I lived torn. I crave that passion of connection and the solitude of my soul cuts me in as a pawn and tugs and yanks me far deep into creation. It is me, it was me… I stop walking and then I run… … More seek

chaos charge

The stairs are humbling. Descend, ascend… balance, agility and endurance, at times I’m guilty of taking for advantage but today… These boxes have flipped my day. . . . All is done and all too quiet. This place, my home… old uncultured wood delicately framing stone and brick. The vast space is spring-fresh clean that … More chaos charge

rolls of thunder

“Bye Rosie (shame on me for hoping and believing).” Rosie walks past, her perpetual sadness sinks and weighs on her happiness. Her insecurities are beyond microscopic and I wonder… Do you have to rip hate through our existence? What is hurting you so much that casting that level of anguish is all that brings you … More rolls of thunder


Walking it out on the streets, segregated block to block, the flow of traffic is mundane at this hour; leaving me in a stifling muted bubble of contemplation. …now I stink. Around the corner, I pick up pace ready to climb the stairs just as all, suddenly isn’t Rosie… Rosie is annoyed with her pursed … More be-strangers

the happy runner

“Do you feel happy to be alive?” Pink Scarf: “I’m alive, my wife is not, my daughter is my life… when I am no longer living,  will I have died happy?… am I happy?…” . . . As pink scarf shifts with the other 12, I pause to see them divide, divide again, and again … More the happy runner

14 stories

13 😐+🚲+ 🐕 + 🧳=🚉 A metal box, falling and rising.  A metal box and 14 stories.  A metal box delivering us deep into the earth and as we willing plummet ourselves down… stories of them linger above… Pink Scarf: a congratulation’s gift from his daughter Racing Bicycle: retired messenger that knows freedom. Black leather … More 14 stories