The following is a response to Italo Calvino’s short story, “The Distance of the Moon.” I fear it, the terror of the night skies, where our cries become silenced, where my agonized eyes, desperately search[…]
Tag: Truth
When Love Grows Cold
“Into this lonely room so satin and cold Silent eyes are staring Voices calling me to be free…” – REO Speedwagon, Dead At Last Brently Mallard’s fingertips were colder than his wife’s, even though[…]
Art Movements within Theatrics
The illusion of color; a debate in as whether or not the colors one individual sees is the same as what another perceives. That is, is the red that I see simply a green[…]
A Ladies Only Poker Night
A Ladies Only Poker Night A Monologue: Stella to Blanche Stella is losing her temper with Blanche over a few drinks of bourbon while playing a game of poker in the kitchen. New found truths[…]
Melted Chocolate (Polished Personal)
Melted Chocolate Back then, the water in the wishing well always had a degree of perpetual splendor in the gentle luminescence of daylight, bubbling ever so clear and soundless. He would reach in, trying to[…]
Lie to Me
Lie to me. Please lie to me. Let me not know that this is my truth, my reality. God let me not know. Keep my eyes clouded, blind. Let my ears bleed; prevent me from[…]
Patterns We Follow and Choices That Enlighten ~ Polished Personal
When grief or hardship assaults us, we as humans fall. In the face of any difficulty, our instincts are to despair, to treat the situation as incurable, and to buy into self-pity. But the human[…]
The Crease
A baby. She was small enough to fit in one of my hands, completely bald but still the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. At night, her wails were like torture to me. Siena[…]
A Tangential Point
It was only a point – a single tangent, born from a curving, sloping, warping, arching mess. But while the slope may rise and fall as it pleases, the point cannot; it was bound to[…]
Dear Homophobe
Dear Homophobe, He was 15 and terrorized. He didn’t even know what being gay meant. He prayed relentlessly to God, begging Him to fix him. A fifteen year old boy began to despise himself… God did[…]