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Doors 1/18/18

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African Influence on Modern Art

For today’s post I wanted to talk about African influence on modern art. I was wondering at first why there isn’t more diversity in Symbolic art. I found that there is diversity and I wanted to make sure to share it. I planned this post last week and I’ve been eager to share it allContinue reading “African Influence on Modern Art”

The Mason

The Mason He picked up a red brick Brushed it off and placed it on the wet cement. He had sweat on his brow that Drip dripped. His overalls and long sleeve plaid shirt Were a good choice that frigid morning But mid-day it was 80 degrees under the sun. He still stacked because ifContinue reading “The Mason”

Don’t forget to wash your hands

Do you fear your lack of self-control. Your eyes jump from crevice to crevice saliva slips from that numb part of your lips to your work boots covered in the gritty money you earned. She turns and has that virginal-motherhood smile and you feel that sweat collecting behind your neck making your head itch, but youContinue reading “Don’t forget to wash your hands”

6 reasons why you should write today.

Six reasons why you should stop doing what you’re doing and write right now. You’ll have something to look back on. Not only to see your own growth but to have those memories you hold so dear. To learn from your experiences. It’s much easier to learn from your experiences when they are written down.Continue reading “6 reasons why you should write today.”

Skirts

There is nothing here this is a blank sheet that needs my creativity, only my well has run dry or my muse has gone on vacation. It’s in you, your life is an inspiration but my life is dull dull dull and all I want is to write write write: no bars or small talk, onlyContinue reading “Skirts”

Doors

Correction On Shrouded

Yesterday I posted a poem, but as an over thinker I already want to make one thing clear. Here’s the poem. “The air is thin here among the musk and dirt my body veiled in cloth. I’d prefer not to be. There’s a nakedness I crave that isn’t available to all. This nakedness, this madnessContinue reading “Correction On Shrouded”

Shrouded

Shrouded The air is thin here among the musk and dirt my body veiled in cloth. I’d prefer not to be. There’s a nakedness I crave that isn’t available to all. This nakedness, this madness is divinity hoarded with chocolates and tea. There’s incessant knocking knocking pounding and glass shattering I open my hands andContinue reading “Shrouded”

Dear Writer,

Your words give me something to live for. I have plenty to live for, but your words get me out of bed when the world is weighing so heavy nothing else matters. I truly wish the best for you and when the best finds you (if it hasn’t yet) I hope you don’t lose yourselfContinue reading “Dear Writer,”