Love & Loss

Adalasia: First Entry July, 1943. Sicily. A curious thing happened today. It’s amazing how different things are, amidst the bombings and the shells and the shouting. A week ago I was making pies. Prepping soups upstairs in my father’s shop. My days were filled with that of cheer and joy. Now I find myself coddled … More Love & Loss

Love & Loss: 12

My dearest Adalasia. You changed the world for me. There are so many things I want to write to you that explain how important you are. But my words would never do it justice. I found myself when I met you. You were the most important piece of my life. I love you. More than … More Love & Loss: 12

Love & Loss: 11

I can’t do this. I can’t. I’m so afraid. They’re here. The Germans. They’re retaking the city. They’ve launched an overwhelming counter offensive to regain control of Sicily. I’m so scared. I don’t know what to do. My God please help me. Please, I’m begging you. I can hear the gunshots outside. I can hear … More Love & Loss: 11

The Revolt Returns: 7

shhhhhhh letusoutofthisstupidjaryouslickhairedmaniac shhhhhhh Back in the Lenghornian village, Dustin the Determined is carrying around his jar of wisps like a trophy. Easily entertained, he looks at them with the grin of a school boy looking at his first bowl of sea monkeys. “Ha!” He laughs. “Stupid wisps. Bet you wish you hadn’t made fun of … More The Revolt Returns: 7

The Revolt Returns: 5

Ommmmmmm…… Ommmmmmm…… High above the Eastern mountains, the eerie chants of the Chilians can be heard.They are monks, a strange religious group who gain their deep understanding of the universe by basking themselves in the slightly spicy salsa that is provided upon the table greet. The Lenghornians have spent a long time battling internally, relentlessly … More The Revolt Returns: 5

Love & Loss: 8

August, 1943. Sicily. My dearest Adalasia.  Yesterday, I returned to her shop. I have seen her on several occasions now, and she and I have grown quite enamored with each other. It is a deep love that we share. The kind that words struggle to describe. I’ve always wondered if I would ever fall in … More Love & Loss: 8

Love & Loss: 5

July, 1943. Sicily. He is the greatest man I will ever know. Adam returned today. His first instinct was to barricade the wall, because he knew exactly what artillery strike would be taking place. He came in with that gleaming hair and shimmering smile and told me that he would never let me be harmed. … More Love & Loss: 5

Love & Loss: 4

July, 1943. Sicily. I can’t wait to see her again. Adalasia. Such a beautiful name. The dry spots on her hands told me that she was one that was willing to take on the burden of work. She was the first to volunteer her service, making sure none that followed had anything that needn’t be … More Love & Loss: 4

Love & Loss

July, 1943. Sicily. I hope I see him again. It’s amazing how different things are, amidst the bombings and the shells and the shouting. A week ago I was making pies. Prepping soups upstairs in my father’s shop. My days were filled with that of cheer and joy. Now I find myself coddled in a … More Love & Loss

Poetry 

So I’ve decided to dip into poetry, since it’s such an appropriate outlet for expression. Not to mention some of the greatest writers ever were poets (hashtagrolemodels). Reflections It’s not a dying art Unless we let it be Why forget the ways of old Of paint and poetry Our friends can give us comfort When … More Poetry 

The Creative Process

I always enjoy talking to creative people. After all, human creativity and ingenuity is what shapes the world we live in. I find it fascinating to listen and learn the creative process that people use during their brainstorming sessions.  It’s interesting because it’s never the same. Everyone has their own, original methods that work for … More The Creative Process