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14 Feb 2018

The Dark Became Home

Of facts and fairytales… in chapters of suns and moons, memories of un-borrowable beauty ride the low and falling highs. A being more vivid and more blue than before The Rain arrived. The Dark became home… cooling the day-ending rays that bleed for Night in colors all Her own… The Dark became home.   About the Artist: Natalie resides in Peoria, Arizona, with her husband, two children, and two dogs. Her artistic journey has taken many twists and turns but […]

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

16 Jan 2018

find your flight

cold breeze cleaves to the light of night… find your flight find your flight leave behind the dead wings     About the Artist: About the Artist: 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 Wanderlust, and […]

12 Jan 2018

Not Between My Walls

If I am only a million secrets Living within the deep cuts If I was only a portal to pass Breathing between the cracks If I am only nothing at all… Than it is so, but not between my walls       About the Artist: 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 […]

29 Nov 2017

nightly programming

my favorite nightly programming… can’t get the facts wrong can’t be biased can’t be bought or sold.   About the Artist: 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 and Beyond the Wanderlust. She can be found on Instagram @natalie_a_wheeler.  

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.  

28 Oct 2017

Late Summer Bloom

Morning asthma. It’s always scary. Even when it’s mild. He wanted to stay home. He could have gone to school. We are trying to find the balance. Safe at home. Safe at school. We let him stay home. He wanted chocolate pancakes. I  made him chocolate pancakes. He loves honey. It’s raw. It’s local. It’s late summer bloom. It might help his allergies. It was a beautiful morning. He was fine. He is fine. He will be fine.     […]

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… […]

09 Jul 2017

Black Sheep

Black Sheep I saw your face through a teary window Said you couldn’t sleep That you fought the day And lost in the rain Talk talk talk to me Hey what’s the matter You were born in the space between A black sheep Awake and cursing the chatter That sound you’ve learned to drown Sometimes and again Still you told me you could hold together Its easy to see, because you know And it makes you laugh Never wanna mind […]

18 May 2017

Caught by the Moon

I wrote a little thing yesterday in a waiting room.  The photos came by night, unable to sleep….around 1am by using only streetlight coming in my bedroom windows. Waiting Moon You…you…find me like this, and I’m sorry You…you…love me like this, like I’m worthy And for all I know, I can’t comprehend it And you’ll never make me understand it Chasing me down that silent street My streetlight shadows outrun my feet, and I’ll trip again on that unsteady tightrope For […]