prologue

“O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention, …” “Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts Into a thousand parts divide on man, And make imaginary puissance …” “… Who prologue-like your humble patience pray, Gently to hear, kindly to judge, our play.” ~ William Shakespeare, Henry V, Prologue   For The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge, Ascend.   Continue reading prologue

self-assured

  I have a catharsis when I do the things I’m not supposed to do – having ice cream for dinner, eating a bowl of cereal at 10:45 pm, standing at the edge of a surface and looking down, being unkempt, cutting hair myself, hiding while feeling sorry for myself. “Inspiration is for amateurs. The rest of us just show up and get to work.” … Continue reading self-assured

drawing a picture

I am not an artist. I cannot paint. I cannot write. I wander along the façade of fiction, between imagination and reality. I can hide my pathetic true self behind the supposed fictitious pictures. I try to draw a sunset, dawn, an afternoon sun reflecting off rain clouds, people walking, traffic light changing, cars slowing and turning, meals prepared, families talking, and lovers gazing. And, … Continue reading drawing a picture