*Hues Faded Into Canvas* Life flowed through the wind Canvas-beautified souls wrapped in stillness In the depth, the hues leaned As a faint scent con...Read more

Lose is community building That's what you told me when I was at rock bottom. You said Lose is the neighbors that make alittle more food so you can ...Read more

I am a color palette. Pink, blue, red, yellow— name any color you can think of. The joy the artist feels when she paints with my colors, refills my pa...Read more

The relevance of its existence was a mystery to me. Not like crime T.V , Scooby Doo , or the game Clue. This is internal. The crime scene is inside o...Read more

Losing is an art no one teaches how to hold, but you learn it yourself with quiet time alone. Each broken piece of heart becomes a new art, like...Read more

Some battles may be lost; hold no blame for reason. The war concluded with a golden arch; the end summarized the main parts. Time was lost in favo...Read more

The canvas has frozen, and my brush has grown too stiff. Even white has become worn, and colors no longer bring joy. An art that turns blue into gray...Read more

Read this short extract of a poem with us: The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that thei...Read more

They once told me "Life's only one, when it ends everything's done. Don't dwell on what you can't control." Never called myself a philosopher, and I t...Read more