Kat Lover's Poison
lovers of kats have claws of their own drawn, they're used striking the innocent down using words as weapons colors became colours indeed, me thinks whilst one looked away. lover and kat toge... [read more]
A Spicy Cinnamon Morning ...
Claire woke at four AM to the sound of rain pounding the roof. With sleep still clinging to her eyelids, she lay still and let the calmness of the rhythm wash over her. Tap-tap-tap-pop. Tap-tap-tap-ta... [read more]
Work In Progress.
"This won't do." I thought to myself staring at the nearly finished canvas in front of me. Hours worth of work in front of me, all it lacked was a few small details and it would be done! And I did no... [read more]
Prescription for the art blahs.
I realize that as a professional artist I probably have the best job in the world, but even artists can suffer from being over-serious. The business end of being an artist can, at times, weigh heav... [read more]
WORDS IN MY HEAD (A poem)
Words, The heart Of communicating, The glue that holds Us together. And yet ... How easy it is To misunderstand, To distort, To manipulate, To confuse, To use words Against o... [read more]
Anymore, anyless
This week I told my dear friend Morraha that I suffered from a sort of writers block and told her that I could do with an 'assignment' including a deadline (I find myself more creative with a deadline... [read more]
The Kidnapping. Part 4.
His legs were screaming from the exertion. They had kindly taken over the job when his lungs were unable to carry on with it. Skidding into a warehouse he ducked behind the door and peeked back the wa... [read more]
RAW Recap.
Ok folks, sorry for the delay on this since I know some of y'all have been waiting for details, first trip lag then allergy attacks have been sapping my focus. But here y'all go. First off I have ... [read more]
Selling My Soul, To The Art Devil...
I had an instructor in my last year of art school who hated the fact that I liked to paint people. He told me that it had all been done before, it was old fashioned, nobody cared, I was dumb, etc... [read more]
Little Orange Car
Joanie slams the front door. It bounces back and forth against the door frame several times, echoing the menacing bang throughout the house. She is on a mission. Mumbling that there is something wrong... [read more]
An overdue thank you!
Dear Friends - It has been a long month away from all of you and though I've tried to ease back in slowly, I've neglected to do the one thing I should have done in my first moments here...and that... [read more]
The Answer.
The paper in my hands trembled slightly as I finished reading it. My first instinct was to crumble the stuff into a useless wad and fling it as far from me as I could. He is never around when I read h... [read more]
Dream of Me.
Dream of me please. Wherever you are, let me rest in your mind. Let me know that you long to find me just as strongly as I yearn for you. We two… One whole split at birth, each waiting to... [read more]
Thoughts on Femininity.
I want to take a stand for the feminine today. Not the feministic, nor the girly, but the feminine. I happen to hate the word girly, and things that are termed as girly. If you get giggly and happy ov... [read more]
A Blank Canvas.
He: Where are we? She: *Glances around* In a blank canvas. He: What do you mean? She: Shall I be a smartaleck and give you a literal definition of the two words? He: Must you always be so ... [read more]
Life in a Pocket
Little things I find in my pocket... A piece of red wool A twisted rubber band A crescent moon fingernail A small pale blue button A rusty bobby pin Little things I find in my pocket... [read more]
Untitled.
I remember that night, so long ago. You were laying there with a look on your face like a cat's after a dish of fresh new cream. And really I suppose you were that night. And I cried as I felt the ... [read more]
After Dinner Musings.
Hullo Dearest, funny as it may sound I have missed writing to you like this despite the ease with which we can now speak. Silly perhaps but it is the closest thing to nostalgia I've got in this situat... [read more]
It is my Choice
The cracks are beginning to show the veneer is flaking the structure buckling I could resist perhaps repair camouflaging the damage I could make do look the other way pretend that nothing... [read more]
The Kidnapping. Part 2.
Our (not so) brilliant thief paced the room furiously. The floor littered with the butts of foreign cigarettes. How could this have happened? The plan was so simple: 1. Steal well known piece of h... [read more]