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07 Mar 2018

falling…floating…

  Falling falling… I reach for your open hand but it is only a feather. Between the sky and sand we enter the warmest wind. Floating, Floating…       Natalie resides in Peoria, Arizona, with her husband, two children, and two dogs. Her artistic journey has taken many twists and turns but photography and writing have become the primary outlets for her artistic expression. She is an artist at Offset.com.   Her work/photography has been published by Lensbaby, Beyond […]

05 Mar 2018

The Edge of Thoughts

The edge of thoughts… those words absent in talk become breaths under blankets warming up the mind cuts healing cast in the plea of shadows on pillows of repose.       Natalie resides in Peoria, Arizona, with her husband, two children, and two dogs. Her artistic journey has taken many twists and turns but photography and writing have become the primary outlets for her artistic expression. She is an artist at Offset.com.   Her work/photography has been published by […]

05 Mar 2018

Unslept

The dreams In me The story In you Neither are Spoken Neither are Forgotten For The room Remembers What no night Neglects Left in the light Unslept     Natalie resides in Peoria, Arizona, with her husband, two children, and two dogs. Her artistic journey has taken many twists and turns but photography and writing have become the primary outlets for her artistic expression. She is an artist at Offset.com.   Her work/photography has been published by Lensbaby, Beyond the […]

07 Feb 2018

To the Sun, to the Sky, to the Moon

This very morning… To the sun I did sing Won’t your please give me a name For I have lost mine along the way And now my smiles have all slipped away Without them nothing feels right Won’t you lend me your light Just enough to curl my lips tonight This very afternoon… To the clouds I did plead Won’t you stay close to me For in here there’s no shade, no tree And I’m burning without cover With fevers […]

24 Jan 2018

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Grown outside the mind Love will do just fine My heart will skid and forgive My eyes open under their lids For I’m not sinking or sleeping But I am laughing and weeping In blue-yellow shades of time Love will do just fine

21 Nov 2017

What if I stopped?

  What if I stopped? I think about it. Sometimes. What I am… What I see… Might not matter. I’ll lose A game I’m not playing. But I’m pushed By me. By what I am. By what I see. It matters to me… All that is free Is winning.  

12 Sep 2017

Out of Range

“Out of Range” Sometimes they whisper… sometimes they scream, on the border of my dreams. But I was misunderstood, heart-soft, and obscured by my naive rain. A trade off for pleasure in pain… for what I didn’t see, didn’t know. If I listen will they help me grow… out of this nonsense-sense mind of mine again. To feel alone in time knows no end, So I listen… Listen to them, those are the lines. They bend again… and again. The branches align… […]

20 Aug 2017

The Confines of Escape

The Confines of Escape Wandering a monochrome dream, she feeds coins to a vintage machine. Trying to follow her one line in and one line out… To silence the sound of no sound above the ground. Breathing heavily… She barely breathes… Her slingback shoes have broken down, her Cartwheel hat flew miles to another town. Barefoot and ahead of the rain she jumps in her Alfa Romeo, like a sparrow with a broken wing tries to fly… within the shadows […]

26 May 2017

That Look is Reserved for Me

That Look is Reserved for Me That look is reserved for me… The One in a field of faceless faces, moving in a million broken pieces. My breath sways in a cascade of fits, every time… that look hooks my darkness. That look is reserved for me… I know….nobody but me… I know….what it does to me… That look is reserved for me… The one that strikes a stillness in my pulse, unmoving me in a state of paralytic bliss. […]

07 May 2017

Forest of Fate

The world inside once dormant, ignites, yielding to karma’s everlasting night. Seasons circle in the forest of fate… Everything as intended, without escape. The moon between branches aligns souls in a cocoon of limbs, entwined. Through leaves, rain, flowers and snow; lips, petals, water, and wombs will Let go.     About the artist: Natalie’s primary goal as an artist is to evoke feeling through her words and photographs.  Her artistic journey began long ago but it wasn’t until she entered […]