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I’m mad at you for thinking that you never broke my heart. Every time you weren’t excited for me broke my heart. Every time you weren’t proud of me made…

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A Chance

She was born into a family of cursed women. It couldn’t be seen from far away. Up close, it was there. The curse. You could see it in their eyes.…

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Of Mother and Men

When Amy was six years old she knew her mother was the most beautiful woman in the world. Her long blonde hair, her petite figure, her attention getting smile; all…

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Falling Sand

Sand beneath my feet.  It’s warm, and I can feel the sun on my skin.  The glass is smooth, featureless, but cloudy, the outside world obscured.  I walk the small…

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Hidden

Loving you sucks. You don’t try to get better, because you love being sick. It gives you an alibi, a reason, an excuse. Your imagined diagnosis gives you comfort. You warm yourself with it at night and curl up by it on cold days. It’s not your fault. It’s never your fault. You’re broken and anything you do will automatically be forgiven…

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You Are Toxic, My Love

I am passion ignited, atoms colliding, the gravitational tilt of your world off its axis, emotions divided, senses excited,
sex in the flesh, love unrequited, the thrill of an addict filling a void that’s only expanding, an assorted bouquet of collective madness, waiting for someone to wrangle my chaos…

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We Are The Theodicy 3

*If you would like to accompany this piece with music, scroll to the bottom and press play on the Soundcloud player.  Art is my explanation for life within the mystery.…

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We are the Theodicy 2

*If you would like to accompany this piece with music, scroll to the bottom and press play on the Soundcloud player.  What does this mean to our lives? The realization…

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We are the Theodicy

  *If you would like to accompany this piece with music, scroll to the bottom and press play on the Soundcloud player.  Suffering is the consequence of motion. What do…

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Midnight

It was supposed to be you.   Champagne. Twinkling lights. A new red dress. You and me. Instead I find myself looking into his deep green eyes instead of your…

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