There are posts you scroll past.And then there are posts that make you stop mid-scroll, mid-thought, mid-I was just checking one thing before bed. This one, about Banksy, “good intentions,” and the physics of pushing people toward better, did exactly that. Because it sneaks up on you. It […]
This weekend I began spring cleaning, not because I am virtuous or organized or suddenly one of those people who labels their spices. No. I started cleaning because my brain was full. Overfull. Like a Manhattan closet. Like my inbox. Like my emotional support tote bag that contains […]
In the world of color, there are endless possibilities, and the most unexpected combinations can often yield striking results. Today, I want to challenge the conventional wisdom as I tend to do and celebrate the captivating synergy of two seemingly contrasting colors: pink and green. Despite what some […]
There are those hands that take There are those hands that actively erase There are those hands that punch hard There are, though, those hands that give There are those hands that soothe There are those hands that reach across There are those hands that nourish Give a […]
Today, I felt like green. Green polkadots. Green stalks. Green eye shadow. Broccoli and peas. Vibrant green. Promise of a future. Green for good luck. But no green of jealousy. It’s odd and amazing to feel a color. To pick a color for the day eay in the […]
Describe a random encounter with a stranger that stuck out positively to you. Right now, I’m staring at a painting of two roosters. I stare and laugh. It’s colorful and nice. It’s in my living room now. Whereas before, it was in the kitchen. I’ve been moving things […]
Tonight I sat and hallucinated for about 60 minutes. Well, I was enchanted and caught up in a dancing frenzy. Not one in which I participated. Instead one that I watched as an audience member. Let me back track for a second. I watched the movie Encanto last […]
A cold, cold heart can sting a tearless set of eyes. At times, a betrayal or a disappointment can wreck you yet not tears can flow from your eyes. The eyes are dried out as if they were prunes. They hurt to itch and rub. However, you rub […]
The boy made out of clay Was not a koala bear Not a figurine Nor was he a balloon boy He was made out of hot earth And sculpted as if he were a marshmallow An arm here and an arm down to the side He was stiff […]
Broad strokes Black and white Pixilated images Vibrant hues Chipped and peeling Fresh coat Green or gray Shades of deeply rich purple Glossy Permanent Hidden cracks Painted over and over
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