Writer, Artist, and Recovering 80s Hair Spray Addict
Staring at the canvas stripped to the bone white as gesso – thalo green I like to paint thick – running the brush up my thigh – Cold. Closing my eyes waiting for inspiration that doesn’t hit me like it used to I grab a tube of crimson and smear it over my chest and face as I follow my hands to my head and cry. What happened all these years to me? They are all but faint memories that appear in words pictures and paintings – I am afraid…
Read MoreSitting back relaxed Driving the wind tossing my hair 55 miles per hour smells of autumn leaves changing I feel these changes inside as I realize for once I am writing my story instead of watching it performed before my eyes. Movie plots run through my mind – what will they say of me when I am gone? Let me choose the actors – my leading man, my friends and enemies the drama and excitement – I will create my own chaos. The people I see day after day know…
Read MoreI am beyond upset. I’ve been reading Glenn Beck’s book, Arguing With Idiots, and I always seem to get stuck on the Education chapter. I get sick to my stomach reading about the so-called “progressive education” system. One thing in particular that’s really got me livid is the whole “red pen” debacle. For those of you that do not know, a lot of teachers are no longer using red pens to grade papers; red is “too harsh” and instead they use “soothing colors like purple.” What the hell?! Soothing?!…
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