Day 27 of my 100-day writing project.
Spell the word.
Day 18 of my 100-day writing project
The story of a summer.
Day 10 of my 100-day writing project.
If lines could be drawn and walls could be built, I’d be the chief of my thoughts and the queen of my feelings.
I roll my tongue and hide it inside the cave of my mouth.
A month of shadows
I slacked and moped around, whined about being creatively blocked, and emotionally drained. June was a month of shadows.
Slipping between random movements of my eyelids, I pause to breathe. My breath rises and falls; it chases the film that unfolds. I’m a witness.
Skies of yore
The sun bursts into a million flames, painting the sky with its richness of light ochers, bright yellows and burnt siennas.
The sky always tells a story.
I breathed fire. I revered the sun. I wore my passion in my heart, and swore my life to my art. I danced to the tune of cackling embers.