WILL MY EYES POP OUT?

 DO I HAVE ALZHEIMER’S? “I am worried I am getting Alzheimer’s” my daughter said as she wrinkled her forehead at me. “First, what makes you think you are getting Alzheimer’s and second, how do you even know what that is?” I asked her calmly. “Because I forgot what the word for losing your memory was…

COLORS OF THE UNIVERSE

Again, I have gotten behind on my duets and for that I apologize to everyone waiting on me.  Please welcome this new duet partner and check out his blog HERE.  Thank you Christopher for your patience and for writing with me.   Written by Christopher Rupley and HastyWords   Stars are not supposed to cry,…

PERFECT TO ME

I read this last night after a very long day and two very long nights. I read this as if it was meant for me and then I read it as if I had written it for others. There is a magical healing in these words.  I don’t ever want these words to disappear. I…

FILTER ME

Originally posted on jlindsey88's Blog:
Filtered. Disguised. Hidden. I feel like a lot of us spend our lives presenting a certain “portrait” of ourselves to the world. We portray only certain parts of us to those around us. We hide the struggles in our lives and do not open up about the less than…

MOMSTERS IN THE DARK

    I posted a poem/story/photograph earlier today. In the photograph I mentioned Kristina Hickman.  In linking her name to a post she did earlier this year I found this one. Kristina is important to me.  She is important to my family. Kristina, I love you… THIS poem… I am so sorry… I wish I…

LYRICAL GRAFFITI

This duet is surrounded by a story written by Christopher De Voss with Long Awkward Pause.  The picture is of my friend Kristina Hickman and taken at an abandoned rail maintenance station in El Reno, Oklahoma.  I really love how this simple duet turned into a complete piece of mixed media.  Please visit Long Awkward…

WHAT DO WE HAVE

Take some time and check out this new duet partner.  Thank you for writing with me WBDEEJAY Written by WBDEEJAY AND HASTYWORDS   What do we have? There is a ring on your finger Twenty years of history have flowed through it That hand still holds mine Still searches for me Absentmindedly What do we…