Week one of Inktober and lemme just say...it's been a hell of while since I posted on my blog. Whoa. Just whoa. Anyways...pardon the dust. The cobwebs. The...yeah. I've tried to stay continuous with posting on blogger and it was just beyond difficult with my physical conditions. I will try to make myself more available.  So what is Inktober? It's a drawing initiative with a set of prompts originally started by illustrator Jake Parker. World wide, people use the #inktober hashtag along with #inktober2017 on various social platforms to point and click their way through, connecting with other artists and viewing their work. It's super cool. I didn't have much in the way of colored inks or pens, but did have traditional Japanese brush inks, ballpoints, rollerballs, office pens, gel pens, markers, highlighters, and a few oil based markers. Whatever I had at my arms reach, I just decided to get to work and just proceed to draw.  I watched a...

There is nothing really beautiful about the fall. The glorification is all about the triumph. The victor. The applause that one gets from the thunderous crowd, at last. Perhaps it's all a matter of perspectives, but the tanglement of hair, the bloodied scrapes from asphalt, the collected dirt from fingernails, has its own beauty. We are expected to be beautiful in times from the fall from grace. Keep it together. Lipstick on. Shirts pressed. Muster on from tar pits unscathed, painted face on like nothing happened. There is no need to rely simply on the truths of reality for we even believe the lie ourself: I'm okay. We tell others. Text them. Email. Tweet. Post. Go, share to the world with our painted on glorified face that we are okay. We are not. And it's okay. Where have I convinced myself that the fall cannot be just as beautiful as the eventual walking tall?  Somewhere in my muddied face, I am still me. My soul, my strength, my inner peace. Somewhere in the blood, the ...

they miss the spirituality of the trees. the faint whisper of breath in oxygenated richness, the firm application of smoothness eloquently divine on the skin's surface. they miss the impartial breeze hitting blades of chloro-filled to the brim excitement of buds and the promise of another day. there's a reminder. a dancing metamorphosis barely young enough to hold unto the quaint swivel of the bark inching towards its cocoon, fluttering on the thin line of greatness. in the blink of an eye dismissed by smog ridden darkness electric buzz of cars and the flight of Starbucks cups filled to the brim of nothing, caffeinated the rush go go go, swiftly toes graze over grass enticingly as elusive engine drones to forget the brilliance of the sky. -b.r.rivera 12 if 30, April 2012 #30in30

I want to be your disruption. Your inner breathing of how you challenged natural selection The decision to hone in upon undefined chaos and internal stimuli. I am your squiggly lines on acid free paper Brainstorms in thunder and rain Freezing cold hail dropped on a desert reserved for miraculous sustenance. I want to be within you, as you. I want to ripple your waves and have the this and that of you stir up as a complicated recipe where grams are immeasurable and teaspoons come to the lips as a sweet indulgence of a kiss. I want to be your disruption. I want to eject the stillness of your enraged spirit cast fire on the doused flames and be your Phoenix rising. I want to dwell within you. I like how the hands of you move from tingles and electric buzz to raise goosebumps within a simplistic fuss. I am your confusion. Your hues of shades discolored from the past and penciled outside the lines with broad brush strokes. Have your ink dwell within my pen and your lines of...

I love it that you're gone. I love the long winded absence of silence how two nothings became more than nothing but a pretend speech that was never spoken. I adore that you're gone. I adore how the seat is unfulfilled in momentary memories now a nightmarish calamity of how a relationship was never meant to be. I romanticize now that you're gone. I romanticize in warm touches and human embraces Fit for a body quenched in the desire of thirst where kisses are indulgent upon this idealistic notion. I am deliciously exuberant now that you're gone. I'm happy because I'm happy. I'm happy that A smile is upon my glamorous mouth and my teeth are showing their pearly whites to someone else. I'm glad that you're gone. I'm glad that you're not here. I'm glad that you're absent But not out of my mind. -b.r.rivera-taylor 10 of 30 #30in30

In his eyes, I am pure Goddess. Alcmene, the mother of Hercules strength and beauty designed and redefined to even at the end of life, I am worshipped. Within this biological being launching a thousand ships is comparable to the sway of my hips the verb of love. beyond the hedonistic pleasures of the flesh, I reign supreme- The mighty Aphrodite, adorned with white garments/crown of gold personified by Homer, an ancient tale to be told. I am Neith rage as a war goddess yet a weaver of dreams and silk from the gift of sight ...and as day kisses the sky goodbye As moon Goddess Artemis, I rule the night. Giving birth to crickets humming at summer's heat, dewy mornings and restful sleep- In his eyes, I am pure Goddess. Recognizing my name to be synonymous in the eternal womaness that even fellow Queen Maya internalized to be, "Phenomenal Woman" I am she. and in all fairness, I balance the scales of justice as Astrea blind to false tales, aligned with...

Excuse the language. Life's a bitch without health and/or dental insurance. Ok . Now that I got out my frustration, I can thank all of my blessings that I actually had to pay for a tooth extraction, oral surgery with sutures and nitrous oxide with Novocaine . I hate to say, I hate the dentist. Well...he was my lover today. Him and I were on the same page, laughing and dancing in a beautiful meadow full of wonder and possibilities. Today, the dentist was my best friend. My confidante. The love of my life. On other days, I would say that I hate the dentist. But today? The dentist took away all my pain. So let me scratch out and take that back-I don't hate the dentist. I just am strongly....anxious about seeing him. Armed with a Vistaril (that's a bitch be calm pill for those that don't know) and paying an extra $50 for nitrous oxide (that's laughing gas for those that don't know) I have to admit that my dentist experience was waayyyyy better than what I would h...