My hands stayed on the steering wheel of my parked car. I didn’t realize how hard I was gripping it until I saw what I should’ve felt: the inner structure of my hands, the bones and veins protruding out in thick creases. It was the third Monday in February, nothing worth gripping hands over—not the […]
Adrift
I’ve been adrift for days now— floating
between the taunting sun and the
tantalizing bright blue sea, trapped
in a mobile prison of rubber.
You are What You Hear: Healing Broken Self-Image Through Music
A piano is, in essence, a giant brush, and the black and white keys are a palette of vibrant colors. It is where I can freely let out my emotions and lose myself in a world of my creation. One moment, I am lying on a blanket beneath the setting Appalachian sun hearing the playful […]
An Artist’s Last Will
I was, I still am, a maker. I had a gift and I used it
To capture life itself- the one gift I never treasured
Enough.
The Shadow of the Mountain
The Quilt The waters in the creek were dark. They always have been. Since Jesse was a boy, the color had never changed—a grayish brown, merely because the sky beckoned it to be so— and one could never see beyond its surface. The dark silhouettes of the figures above reflected off its surface, which rippled […]
Death of a Gambler
I buried the old gambler at dusk,
His withered hands clutching
At dice and cards.
Riches were his only hope
But his crumpled suit is empty–
No more games to play.