Creative Space
Kids like to take apart their toys. Adults do too. If you’re like me, you probably imagined what those action figure insides looked like. Maybe you took it a step further and performed surgery. If dolly’s anatomy ever peaked your interest, you might enjoy this piece I’m sharing. Artist Jason Freeny took an employment slump, mashed it with toys… Read More Deconstruction of Play
Don’t know if this is the right direction. And it hurts like I’ve been here before. Walking till there’s separation. Between my heart and yours. These steps have so much history. I don’t know how I could forget. Having me was just a game. A trifle devil’s bet. Possibilities of love. Kisses laced with death. Was… Read More Pacing
these eyes of mine, they won’t stay open for too much longer. this is all i got today folks. eh, call it a good night kiss. till next time. (whew, only day 3 right?)
Look a here, on the day I decide to stop playing hermit and try to catch up with y’all, I find out it was World Poetry Day. Why no Goggle doodle? Hmmm? I have two more time zones till the 21st is over in the US. I need no excuse but it seems like a great… Read More The Poet Of Indecision Speaks
Hey, birthday presents came early this year. Sandra Harriette wrote an article featuring you know who…After you read and comment, stay for a while and dive in to the rest of her site.
smile to smile touch to touch tender moments connecting distant stars you brush me like a whisper and your kiss sir leaves me wonder how you knew what i needed i’m dreaming in stop motion paintings colors swirling making pictures breaking rules trembling lips anxious how do i say i love you? when? should words pause this dance? or let silence crush the bud? ♥♥♥♥ Go… Read More A Muse Muses About Love
we’ll hold hands, we’ll flirt a little we’ll laugh at our own silliness and forget the rest of the world then you’ll kiss me ’cause you know that I can’t say no and i’ll start my crazy dreaming forgetting that you’re my friend and i’ll try so very hard not to get lost ~ excerpt… Read More Now You Know
I am pushing this as a Monday post because it was Monday just before I hit publish. Damnit! It’s Crunch Time in NaBloPoMo Land. Some of you folks might be like me; scratching for ideas and playing catch up. If you haven’t done so already, look to your regular lives for great inspiration. Conversations with… Read More Monday Funday
Love Is Calling Love is calling. I’m daydreaming Of your kisses and whispers In my ear telling me Stay inside. When the rain makes it so. We’ll play. Love is calling. No matter the desire to fight. I’m falling into your eyes. Floating in your arms, Overwhelmed by your love. Heaven is your smile. You,… Read More Not A Random Call
This time last year Filled with devotion and folly. Knowing possibility Trembled on borrowed time. I jumped anyway. Heart first. No room for safety. Hoping not to crash. Knowing it was inevitable. Wanting blood from a rock. I got scars holding you. An earful of promise. A heap of I’ll do better Melted in the salt… Read More Love Needs Warning Labels
The most beautiful thing that could happen to me? I never see you again. Because to see you Is to want you. Wanting you makes me want to die. And dying would be better Than watching you not see me everyday. And next when our eyes don’t meet I’ll try to turn my heart off… Read More If I Never
I don’t even know what day (post wise) I’m on. I’m digging in the mental crates folks. It’s been a very long time since I showed any artwork so here are a few. Not sure the mood I was in for this one but thought she should get some love. There was a lunar eclipse June… Read More Kinda Sketchy
I’ve spent my life walking the fine line between caring what others think about me and not giving a damn. It’s a hard habit to break. Reflecting on interactions I’ve had with people I see how some of them never really got to know the real me, only a version of me I thought they could… Read More Worth The Risk
Autofocus for your perception
It’s a story as old as time. You get into a rhythm. Thoughts flow like Rapunzel’s locks. Then…[cue the birds] NOTHING. I mean NOT A DAMN WORD. You get a notion to write, pen goes to paper or hands pose to type, then, NADA!!!! ARGH!!!!!!!! Hate writer’s block. Let me rephrase that. I find myself… Read More The Perks of Writer’s Block
~excerpt from When We Love by G.Hood Was it good to the last drop? This completes my campaign against the icks of Valentine’s Day. Well maybe it wasn’t a campaign but a nifty idea. I hope you enjoyed. Check out the other brews. Related Articles: Bring On The Love! The Flower’s Eye this is how… Read More When It’s Right
when my arms cannot embrace you i hold you in my heart when words go on vacation i’ll give you art happy valentine’s day y’all love, Gloria … Read More this is how i love
As I already mentioned to Kozo, I’m slow to this peaceful movement. I wrote this poem many years ago. Depending on your perspective, you may understand why it brings me peace. I’m not sneaking in. I know I missed the January post deadline. My intention was more about posting when the right moment presented itself.… Read More A Peaceful Goodbye
I don’t have an issue with skeletons of changing seasons Naked branches drive my gratitude for the lush bloom now at rest But this view… This pocket of life strangled by ignorance If I told you to guess the location You would swear it a city-scape Another day in the life of the Big… Read More If You Can’t See What I Can See
Before we begin, let the record state that I didn’t authorize a funeral. But my loved ones are oft absent-minded and stubborn. Since they have flummoxed my plans—my ashes should be scattered in Manhattan, London, Egypt, and Paris—I hope my words make it to you intact. Although knowing some people, they will change this as well. Here goes…… Read More In My Mind, It’s Still You And Me
GLORIOUS METTLE 