Where do we go when we die on the inside?
Do we rupture our attachment to family? Our daily bread?
Our ability to mimic breath?
Jean-Michel Basquiat died of a heroin overdose at the age of 27 in 1988.
Over the years we age and change our perspective.
Through the looking glass.
Are my dreams worth salvaging or should I abandon them immediately?
The subject of this week’s photo challenge is patterns. In a new post specifically created for this challenge, share a picture which means PATTERN to you!
The exterior of a house in Sierra Leone, West Africa. My heart is drawn to the pattern of neglect, the pattern of deterioration.
When I was growing up my mother would say to me: “Child of mine you have your head in the clouds.”
When I grew older I discovered that folks who write poetry are in the minority.
I’m half afraid to write poetry
for you who never read it much
and I’m left laboring
with the secrets and the silence
In plain language.
— Adrienne Rich
Daily Prompt: The Glass
Is the glass half-full, or half-empty?
In a new post specifically created for this challenge, share a picture which means FROM ABOVE to you!
This feather fell from above and rested a while in my garden.