The Muse, of which there are two - (Artist: Aya Kato) And from my fingers, the words bemuse - Her chilled fingers calmed the pooled blood of battle and she reveled in the brief relief behind her swollen eyes. It has never been said that Eve did not cry. Yet the storm can only build … Continue reading The Chemistry of Tears
If the saying, "A picture is worth a thousand words," originated/was popularized with advertising, then it seems only natural to look at advertising and see how many words it inspires. Unfortunately, we've become a "surface society," and no matter what the advertisers say, I believe that society has been dumbed down by their attempts to … Continue reading Threads of Backwards Honesty
It's long been stated that a picture is worth a thousand words, although not as long as you would think. A quick glance at Wikipedia credits this saying to the early 20th Century advertising strategy, although similar sayings date back to the 18th & 19th Centuries. Whenever the origin, the sentiment is the same - an … Continue reading Proverbial Inspiration
The wad of money bulged in my pocket. It was a modest sum, but in this time, it was a fortune. I knew it wouldn't last long, but at least it would help carry them through the years my father would be away at war. Between my contribution and my father's regular installments from Europe's … Continue reading Sins of the Father – con’t
Well, I've apparently run out of steam, after only a few days, mind you, on telling you my story. It's not that I couldn't face the facts of my reality, it's just that amidst the rape and intrigue, I've realized that my life is just not that interesting to me. It's just "life." So, the … Continue reading Cage of Souls Revisited
Continuing to write fiction...one day at a time. If I were a different type of person, I could likely find a reason for such treason. I could blame my parents for being too strict, perhaps, in some cosmic sense, I'm to pay for the sins of my father...and maybe even the sins of my mother. … Continue reading The Adulteress
I've decided to start writing again...I don't really understand why I ever stop. I suppose it's because it drains me to think about topics and, then weave words that desire to be read. But here I go...again. "I am an adulteress." I repeated this to myself, as I searched the reflection in the mirror for … Continue reading New Fiction
In these moments I have found a greater appreciation for my solitary condition. These moments have forced me to stop running from my mind and give up the trappings of materialism. Had I never known love, I would not have found a true appreciation for the most simple weed and the vast abilities of the … Continue reading A Sober Thought
Inspiration is a process that starts with taking a long, hard look in the mirror.
