Not Much. But a Start.

I can't finish stories.
I only seem to be able to start them.

Once upon a time...
But these words...
They aren’t even mine


So I’m wondering which one of us should start the piece. I see the value in starting with a silent dance, a simple drumbeat or guitar chord progression, just an image on a slide projector or even some acapella singing.

My grammar skills are lacking.
Calling my vocabulary my vernacular would instill false hopes.
I still look at the key board when I type.
My manuscripts are covered in more red ink than black.


Linking this all together with the underlying theme. The struggles... both inward and outward of an artist. A creater. A dreamer. We need a hook. A top 40's bullshit hook.

art doesn't express who we are.
art is who we are.

imperfect, lacking and hopeful.