Poetry: "Hunger" by A.S.

It’s the balance of impulse

A carnival attraction of denial

Being the Freak Show

Caged with satin sheets

Being fed a steady diet of her

When all you crave is “Him”

It’s crossed legs

Lowered eyes

Notice me!

Notice me!

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Winter in New York City 2017

There is something magically about photographing nature but especially snow. My favorite thing to shoot is SNOW. Why? I dont know but it has been entrancing me since a child. The perfect look of snow before anyone touches it reminds me of magic, pureness, beauty, something you dont see in other weather. Snow is also a reminder of rebirth and starting new which is why I think its perfect that it snowed in the start of the new year.

Here is to the new year and new opportunities.

“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.”  ― Lewis Carroll

Book Review: Besties by Leah Reena Goren

Besties by Lisa Reena Goren

Rating: 3/5 Stars

I had high expectations for this book and assumed there would have been a plot, a climax, or something! However that was not the case. This was a list of things written from one friend to another. That was it! It had the cutesty charm that many would like and its great for a gift for a best friend however hold your breath there is no real story. The drawings are adorable and it had the sweetness to that makes it a gift perfect for a teenage girl.

Story Excerpt: Family

First, Happy Holidays everyone! I hope everyone enjoyed their day, week, month! Whatever it was and spent it with loved one and things. Since the Holidays have come and gone with a blink of an eye. For the month of December I was preparing for Christmas, New Years, my daughter birthday, finals and just overall nervous breakdown (perfectionist problems). One of my final projects was to put together a portfolio book that will be used for my future thesis. Below is an excerpt from one of my short story. 

Enjoy!

Family

The wind howled through the house as I walked into the living room. Curtains flapped against the windowsills and rustled the old papers on the faded wooden coffee table. Why were all the windows open in the house? A question I would ask my mother at dinner time.

I gazed at the marble mantle and fingered a small metal frame that held a photo of my parents and me. The image contained what I believe to others that we were a perfect family. My laughter in the photo was forced as my mother gave a sweet smile and my father just looked ahead. Something was missing and it was apparent in the empty frames face down on the mantle.

            We were a family of four that strained to be a family of three. I knew when I uttered Sam’s name my parents would clam up and change the subject. As hard as they tried to erase her, they couldn’t erase my remembrances of Sam. I looked in the mirror above the mantle and rolled my eyes at the horrible bun I attempted. That would be fixed for a later time.

“Mom?” I called as I turned away from the photos.

“Mom you home?”

No sounds came from around the corner and I knew I had to venture up the flight of creaking steps to my mother’s room. She had a bad habit with sleeping pills and tried her best to hide from my father. She hid in her room as he went on his drunken tirades. I gripped the wooden banister as I walked up the steps each one creaked of memories of my life. My father’s hands that gripped my body and bruised the soft skin. I wish to leave this home and never come back. Although my mother wasn’t the best in the world, but she did try and I gave her that benefit of the doubt.