Instance – Monday Blues

Water and the air in our skies keeps us alive enough to feel the sadness of their color blue. Acrylic on Canvas, Tape

Instance – Flood

Should there be a flood, What you shall do is turn it to steam. Then, you must harvest it, rid it of its poisons, and drink it well going forward.

Instance – At War With Silence

Is it a result of my own actions, the consequences of which remain unbeknownst to me that I live in this quintessentiality? My luck, not to be reckoned with - For it continues to beckon my patience - Its tolerance degenerating, and my threshold for it is shaken, as I persist through this reality. In …

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Instance – Anachronist Dream

This morning, I awoke from a light slumber, having had a dream that felt as real as you and I; more significant than anything one could learn at school or hear at church - more consequential than any spoken or unspoken laws in the book.I tell this story through the voice and eyes of the …

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Instance – The Other Shoe

As he fell from a great distance, he waited for the other shoe to drop - just like the movie, Holes, which he loved to watch when he was younger. And it did, except this was not a children’s book nor movie. This was his life - And the shoe was metaphorical, but it dropped …

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Instance – Circling the Drain

Circling the drain,I’m wide awakeIn my sleep. I feel the love of pain,In our words,As we speak. I feel it building now,This urge we cannot tame. I hear her speaking now,“The love we never made In our heartsTo forgetThe truthWe never gave To the partsWe regretAnd hold ontoThe same It’s never leaving us,The wounds we …

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Instance – Devoid of Senses

All around me All I hear is silence. It is deafening- Except, still, I can feel the sound of my breathAlong with the beating of my chest. I can make out the sensations Of my eyes’ movements Underneath my eyelids - A new awareness I wouldn’t have otherwise had - Had I not been in …

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Instance – 7 days in a week

Doesn’t it feel as though, every seven days, time resets, in a way? One might even feel a similar jolt of energy at the start of each day - as we are granted the ability to re-create one’s self after a good night’s rest -Though the nights, not countless -Because - By its nature, a …

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Instance – Instance

We are Dynamic. Every minute we remember To breathe, We are living. We are Changing. From one instance To the next, Time is passing. Amassing, To all the moments We felt alive - Simply to feel it once more -Just one more time. If only it could be real. But it is not Because it …

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