Fears (Page 3)

Am I more afraid of failure or success? (article)

Sometimes we, as artists, hold our creations close to the vest when they are meant to be released into the wild, to find new life and horizons beyond their creators.

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Today, I realized. (thoughts)

Just when I think I’m at a point where I’m okay and can finally start moving forward, someone casually or incendiarily hurls those three words, burning me to the core.

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Hundreds of golden fireflies illuminate a night scene amongst tall grass in a thicket of trees. Photo taken in a forest in Thailand.

Performance Anxiety (a poem)

I walked out of the din, wandered into the yard. I never thought performing would be so damned hard.

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An old tree, devoid of leaves, sits atop a layered red sandstone cliff. Above it, a darkened, cloud-filled sky creates an ominous backdrop.

Layered (a poem)

All those years piling on layers of my own design, deep and unyielding, packed tight by every boot that walked over me…
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What does faith look like? (article)

I bought into the thought that faith was independent of trust.

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Surrounded by tiny bubbles, a woman in her bridal dress sinks deep beneath the surface of the water.

Crashing (a poem)

The waves are crashing over me, while life is rushing past. I try to stay above the water but hope is sinking fast.  
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America First (a poem)

This America has always been, as you may have guessed, about conquest.

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The silhouette of a burglar sneeking into a home, through the kitchen door. View from inside a residence with blinds closed.

Telltale (a poem)

My thoughts turn, yet the air about me lies still, undisturbed. Tranquility without, while inside I spin.
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Viewed from above, 15 wooden figurines, made from white pine, stand atop a table. They are surrounding a single red figurine, which is lying on its side amongst them. The image represents bullying, harassment and loneliness.

When I look  (a poem)

I have been thinking, a lot, the last two days—about who I want to be in this moment.

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Cartoon rendering of two men arguing and insulting each other. Enemies arguing and name-calling.

A Quiet Reminder (article)

What makes us better than the people whose votes and actions we oppose?

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