Art – Page 2 – Going On 40

A Gentle Ride

There’s a leaf; it looks like a moth, feet gripping to the side of a cedar. March’s chill reminds me still that it’s fall, not spring. I take a breath, a long and heavy breath, to release my previous session. I reset and forget and feel the comfort of my bed from underneath me. TheContinue reading “A Gentle Ride”

Breaking Bad’s Barrier

I’m at a loss on what to write about tonight, so perhaps I’ll start with the weather: It rained like crazy today. Oh, but then the sun broke through. For a moment. Then it vanished. I recall it raining a bunch more. And oddly enough the sun came again. But not to fear, it’s rainingContinue reading “Breaking Bad’s Barrier”

The Door: A Poem

There’s a war going on.Inside.There’s a war going on.I’ll hide.Nowhere to escape,I stand.A small, white flagIn hand.What’s the meaning of thisThey demand.It’s not mine to tell,I turn.Knowing full well allWill burn.To the ground not aMoment before.You’ll come to me and Open the door. ~J.D.L,

A Grind

Being in my mind can be like walking around in a minefield, and it’s the what’s wrong with me thought that sets off the mine, otherwise known as a self-hating domino effect. And, as you might imagine, what follows is a flash-flood of unsafe emotions (not unlike the time I drove in a blizzard throughContinue reading “A Grind”

A Special Lady

“The Teachings of Buddha” is read aloud on the bed next to me. By Evelyn, the two-and-a-half-year-old (don’t tell her I told you this) that can’t read. She’s dog-tired; from being snapped in and snapped out of the car seat, from tromping through slushy snow (she didn’t mind), and standing in frigid, send-you-hurriedly-back-to-the-car winds. HerContinue reading “A Special Lady”

You, The Creator

With the skill of an artist’s touch on canvas, or a piece of fabric, or a block, or a blank page, something emerges, something within expressed outwardly, as if by magic. I’m no magician, but sometimes when the moon is in its waxing phase, and all the children are resting soundly in their beds, IContinue reading “You, The Creator”