Faces

Surprised

Grinning

Samuri

Toothy.

How To Save A Life

Not all stories are happy, not even the happy ones. There may be a hero, but there is always a victim.

One cold November afternoon, my best friend jumped from the third story staircase, and took her life. No one saw it coming. She had always been so happy and warm, and never talked about suicide, nor depression for that matter. No trouble at home, no worries with friends, she never even seemed to have difficulty with accepting herself. She was a lovely, bright, and talented individual who had such a beautiful future ahead of her.

At first I wouldn't let myself think about my happiness, friendship, or days without her. But eventually, days went on, cheer was spread, and acquaintances who knew what had happened consoled me. Finally, I grew to realize that just because her life ended, didn't mean that mine had to stop too. I'll miss you forever, and I hope you can hear me.

Who I am

I am creative and happy.

I am a loyal friend.

The Country

I now understand why people call the country, "the country"

It is like a whole other universe, with tractors

man made, mini bridges, almost too unsteady to even hold a person,

people who go into town to the diner on wheels,

and others who stay home and tend to their wheelbarrows.

Suburbia

There are actually seasons on the east coast,

Morning dew covers the leaves

The fire station is in town

and the pretty shingled houses look untouched

while ladies sit inside, having some afternoon coffee.

Welcome to the Embarcadero

The morning sun is so pretty by the bay

People love to sit and watch the water with their dearest companion

The architecture is astounding

Vendors sell their pretty things

And the grassy field is deserted

The buildings "tower" over pedestrians running to work

While some men sit, thinking

And then there are the few who sit and eat hot dogs while watching the 9 o'clock shadow.

Happy Holidays.

My Name

My Calling.

My Sound.

Z-O-E.