My Cardboard Balcony

Many people rely on the physical rather than the spiritual these days. I happen to be one of them. Like many others, I have been stricken with a number of illnesses for the past two years, all of them being particularly minor. However, it is my mental constructions that have proved to be detrimental. What is simply a sore throat becomes a severe malady. A headache something to be feared. Sore thighs something to be wary of. All while ignoring the real spiritual substance of my life. There's no denying that I've felt a terrible disconnect from what I believe to be the deeper, more metaphysical elements of my world and my life. Yes, I am aware of the wonderful things that compose my life. My new job, which I love; my girlfriend, whom I adore; my family and friends, whom I cherish with all of my heart; and of course, my writing craft and my music. But my inspiration has been stilted as of late, and it's only tonight that I realize how displaced I've felt in terms of my

He Said by Belinda Roddie He said, "Do you see the purple veins of the heart of twilight, pulsing its way into our eyes? Some day soon it'll come into full contact with the moon to create a new sunrise in different skies. Come, follow the color into the browning fields of summer, where the reeds in so many numbers sway from side to side like a bumbling fool drinking his wine all the time, and in these never-ending fields of reeds where there's such nonsense we'll reside. Let's craft an instrument out of these and play a tune and sing, for life's too short to wonder why we do it and too precious to wonder if we blew it." The work you see here has only been slightly modified since August 11th, 2007.

The sky was an array of pastel whirlwinds as the seven red planes jettisoned into the twilight of the new planet. As the roses, red and tinged with white like snow against a bloody wound, snaked their way out of the dark hardened earth, the pinnacles of civilizations, tough and wrought with what looked like iron and crystal, was more appealing to me than they had ever been these past six years I had lived here as a human ambassador.