Numbing vibrations paralyze the creative view… unable to see the spectrum and existence of life’s gifts with vigor and appetite. There exists a lack of interaction; not involuntary, a void of being in moments, for I’m blinded by hunger. Gods of inspiration, spirits of thought, lay down the roots and let grow sprouts to fruition … More stuck

Survival Technique #4

When disappointment gawks, glares and points disapproval, the heartache and emotional sentencing feel so criminal and recovering from the falsities of those judgements take time I allude to refusal in the investment. Instinct of survival pulling in a multitude of directions, I am in search of healing through the natural beauty to bring about a … More Survival Technique #4

give with loss

How do I separate my heart to give love worthy of you?  Promises to offer you all the love in me, is a lie… for you are part of a treasured collection. How do I separate promises of time, where it is parallel to the responsibilities, requirements and demands that rob seconds, days and time … More give with loss


Rita said she’s almost ready for death. After the death of her son, she felt that being whole was of the past and every moment she could grasp, she hoarded the memories. . . . “I lived my life unsure of my value as a mother. For many selfish and unselfish actions and words; I … More searching


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