Writing

Time. 

The amount of time in a day should be motivation to get as much as you can get done. From the rise of the sun to the stars in the sky, even then there’s still time left. My whole approach since starting my grad program is how much time management can I actually exercise throughout… Read More Time. 

Writing

Kitchen. 

I’m beginning to really find the beauty in pictures of kitchens. Like they have become my favorite. When I think of the kitchen, I think of creation. Nourishment. And laughter. It’s in the kitchen where a family is provided with meals to complete each day ahead. Man or woman, not important. In the kitchen love… Read More Kitchen. 

Writing

My bus. 

It’s like waiting for a bus you missed, but you know it’s gonna come back around. Probably later than expected. But nevertheless you are aware that there should be a bus coming. So you wait. On the bench. In the hot sun. Sweating. Panting. Angry. Annoyed. Just there waiting for this bus that’s supposed to… Read More My bus. 

Writing

Fill me, gently. 

Continuous conversations of nights between sheets, between lips. Drunken words falling softly to the touch of unexpressed and repressed motions. Distance of bodies with thoughts lingering on what ifs, followed by does time permit? Will time permit? 
What holds one back when the flesh is exposed? 
Candles glowing in the background with shadows revealing slow… Read More Fill me, gently.