“Fire / Ka”
The flame flickers on,
ever dancing, reaching, yearning
to conquer the dark.
Steve D
The flame flickers on,
ever dancing, reaching, yearning
to conquer the dark.
Steve D
Many like you strive
To have a heart of gold.
Weak and malleable,
But appealing to hold.
I’d prefer a heart of obsidian.
Honest about its blackest sin, Continue reading “Color Schemes – Not All That Glitters Is Gold – JG”
Looking at that picture, most people would hear the water chiming over stones and logs, or imagine the animals that may be hidden behind that line of trees. I look at this picture and imagine the mountain spring that flows down into this river, or the wide expanse of the forest. Continue reading “Creativity Sessions: Not Seeing the Trees for the Forest”
To have real focus
is really just the absence
of good distractions.
Steve D
The last six years of my life have been spent in the exact same way. Fact: my autopilot setting is so solid and well practiced that my pilot is as foreign to me as a distant planet. Which is perhaps why I’ve had such a rough time writing lately. How can I possibly have anything worth saying if I haven’t experienced anything worth writing about?
Originally this was going to be a thought blog on fate and plans coming together almost too easily and how change, while scary, can be awesome. Instead I found this:
I saw The Revenant over the weekend with a friend. He had already seen it, and he raved about it on our way to the theater. I generally become more critical of films when I hear a lot of hype leading up to me seeing them. The stakes for The Revenant were already high. Continue reading “Quick Rip: THE REVENANT and Leo’s Oscar Hopes”
Come Hell Or High Water
This letter is a cognitive dissonance confession.
Which is better: Seeing the sun peeking out from thunder clouds?
Being happy to trust in such a quick fashion
That rain will eventually come after a drought? Continue reading “Love – Shakespearean Sonnet – JG”
The foremost reason
I drink coffee at my desk
is to warm my hands
Steve D
Obsidian hair tinged with red, like Blood Moon’s night,
Sways with every step of your bulldog swagger.
Sandstone-quarry eyes betray your pretty smile,
Refusing to let the faces see your fractures. Continue reading “Shakespearean Sonnet – (Secret) Love – SD”
The flame in all of us
Fire as inspiration
Soul afire, burning strong
Creativity’s companion –
A mate, a match, a song
A brightest of bright blaze
Purifying grace
A beauty of impossible kindness
None could deny this;
All but extinguished,
Relinquished spark and
Forgotten art. Continue reading “Color Schemes – If I Must – JG”