Tag Archives: art

flight.

No matter where we are – in the same room or an ocean apart – you’re with me. And I’m with you. Always with you. Another inspired by my ‘private’ fiction. Original art by Hajin Bae | Colorization and text … Continue reading

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asylum.

when the world makes me question my sanity when my mind tries to break me you untie me and release me from my chains © what sandra thinks

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my sun.

You think you are shrouded in darkness but you are my sun. A piece of me… my actual handwriting… I know — I am so revealing. © what sandra thinks

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graffiti by the tracks.

This gallery contains 6 photos.

graffiti by the tracks. I think it’s because Of the art school down the street. It looks amazing. . ~Writing 101 | Poetry | day 8

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a couple things.

Thing one… This popped up today. All bright and orange-ish yellow and special. 1000 likes! My God, really?! Of course, it’s really a milestone that you gave me, dear readers. Thank you for being here. Thank you for liking some … Continue reading

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map of me.

After reading the Writing 101 assignment about maps, I spent hours following roads in Google Maps street view looking for inspiration. I think I covered nine states and parts of four countries and relived years of my life. But inspiration never happened. … Continue reading

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writing not writing.

Before I was downsized, I had less time to write. And I hated it. Some nights I would stay up far too late writing because I had to. And I’d go to work after a mere 5 hours of sleep… which … Continue reading

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jackpot.

During my first pregnancy, my husband and I renovated my ‘whatever’ room. I had to clear out before my son’s arrival. And we had to deal with those hideous not-really-peach-but-not-really-pink walls we had never gotten around to painting. They were … Continue reading

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