Jazz
I was biased going into the theater to see Blue Like Jazz because I happen to be related to the Director/Producer/Co-writer. The whole reason we went in the first place was to support him. To be fair, I had read … Continue Reading
A glimpse into the chaos.
I was biased going into the theater to see Blue Like Jazz because I happen to be related to the Director/Producer/Co-writer. The whole reason we went in the first place was to support him. To be fair, I had read … Continue Reading
Except for recognizing his voice, she could have mistaken him for an entirely different person. It happened so suddenly, she had no idea how to react. He was usually so considerate of her, her feelings, and every little piece of … Continue Reading
Tries stumble over attempts as the letters start to blur into each other.Words morph twist slide spiral inconsistently, raggedly circling fragments of themselves until they become incomprehensible versions of old truth.As unusable wasted useless as it seems, it is … Continue Reading
I have been consistently warned away from entertainment wasting time not doing something meaningful. I think for the most part that is good advice – to not waste my life. But. Maybe there are also places for … Continue Reading
I used to think I was pretty good at reading people – at least sometimes. Now I’m not so sure. Every uniqueness weirdness quirk idiosyncrasy is so much bigger – like I can’t … Continue Reading
Shaded grey bricks damp with mold grime old dirt mixed with leftover pieces of dead bugs. Hollow drops break the silence between breaths … Continue Reading
I’m not good at asking for what I need or want. I don’t want to intrude on other people’s time energy resources. This is an issue that keeps surfacing in my life. I keep getting little … Continue Reading
Forget rose. I think the world looks better through cobalt. Ocean-colored. Cool. Refreshing. … Continue Reading
I am constantly the subject of a push-pull between people and survival between needing relationships and needing to be alone. People who stereotype a Dreamer* tend to think I could … Continue Reading
It’s not that I won’t have that dreaded conversation… I have it over and over again in my head. I start listen respond and anticipate the expected response. Then I start over say what … Continue Reading