Category Archives: Writing
Featured Artist :: Art House Dallas
I don’t think of myself as an artist. I should say, I don’t always think of myself as an artist, but I am accepting of myself as an artist more and more these days. I think it’s because I haven’t … Continue reading
O Book, where art thou?
When I set out to write a book, I didn’t fully know what to expect or even how to exactly think through a book from initial thought to published product. Maybe if I did know I’d still be standing there … Continue reading
acquiesce.
I used to think everything would be all right. .all right And I called it good. Bowed low at the altar of padded pews and neatly folded answers, All was good and all was good. Paths lead gently into tomorrow. … Continue reading
a manuscript, two lives pulled closer together.
After nearly two years from beginning, my manuscript is brushing the rim of done, the first draft at least. The words are all written from start to finish. Re-editing looms and parts may be rearranged and reworked for clarity, but … Continue reading
capturing tomorrow in the little of today.
There’s a running visual in my mind. A thread of life existing out there ambiguously floating, spied but not yet owned. It calls out to me where I am in today busy with little details and deadlines, distracted by all … Continue reading
A Deeper Family :: tipping the scale.
The day never holds enough minutes and moments. It never seems enough; the effort given, the time split, the little sacrifices made here and there, the want for more quality time, all feel like sand slipping through fingers. Life. It … Continue reading
a life bigger than little.
Dying in waves all feathers and wax floating apart, the sun always greater than the miracle of flying itself. Is it not enough just to fly? There is no way of living life other than here, now and … Continue reading
dreams are written.
“Far away there in the sunshine are my highest aspirations. I may not reach them, but I can look up and see their beauty, believe in them, and try to follow where they lead.” Louisa May Alcott ::::::: No dream … Continue reading
feed the dog.
Tomorrow is discovered and conquered and inhabited in every thought allowed residence in passing moments today. And why is tomorrow worth so much? Today. Now. The day in which my feet stand. The smiles I see. The tears that fall … Continue reading
in dreams.
Years settle deep. Lines carved within the years weaning, faded into the work resembling him. Days push back. Bones creak at the sound of dreams demanding. ::::::::::: In regard to dreams (i.e., life’s ambition), there is a foretelling difference between … Continue reading