Blackout

Suddenly, with a pop, there is dark, as if God himself had changed his mind, had decided light wasn't all that great after all. But no. The heavenly lights still gleam: stars and stars and galaxies of stars and a bright lunar wink. Perhaps, instead, God decided to remind these…

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deep and guttural, diffused —a howl dampened by sagging clouds, chilled by some october's waning gibbous this is how I hate you(sometimes)though I tell myself and say otherwise. * * * Don't worry, everything's fine. 🙂

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A Matter of Tuning

A tricky thing, inspiration is.  Take for instance, music as a muse.  On a good day, music spurs something within, evoking an expression of creativity.  I remember one night in college listening to the Goo Goo Doll's "Acoustic #3" on repeat for what seemed like hours while I painted.  Pretty…

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