As Quarantine began, the community led by Catholic Creatives exploded with innovators inspired to help others through their struggles. We faced our own giants of fear and trepidation, but something in us drove us to community and fellowship. My desire was to fill social media with art to help with the constant deluge of news... Continue Reading →
Rachel Hollis said, "Everything does NOT happen for a reason, but you can FIND a meaning in anything." My first miscarriage is the first thing that came to mind. Every time I read "everything happens for a reason," my heart hardens and grows colder, the hair on the back of my neck stands up, and... Continue Reading →
It's crazy to me how promptly my psyche starts to sabotage any amount of success I experience. I self-published a book last night, and almost immediately the chorus began. "You just self-published, that doesn't mean anything, no one will ever read it anyway." I even started feeling like I was ripping people off who decided... Continue Reading →
I have been so frustrated about the existence of bad things lately. I saw a bird eating a roadkill squirrel the other day.I was so angry I didn't know whether to curse, or cry,So I just yelled, the entire way to Church about how unfair it was.I hate when people want to hurt other people.I am... Continue Reading →
The pen hits paper. Metaphorically. No one uses paper and pen anymore. I start speaking innermost thoughts, no feelings...no, I start painting my inner landscape outside of my body. The sadness of one day becomes a vicarious violent jaunt across a blood red sky. The joy of another becomes a happiness medley, a fogue of... Continue Reading →
Penelope glides across a railing As she watches the tumultuous sea. Cloud masses rise above, pierced as lightning Cuts across the night's looming ebony. As her blackened hair turns, sad eyes appear, And gaze into the distance wistfully, For the long lost love who had once been here, But had sailed these long years restlessly.... Continue Reading →
The sea raged, and folded in at my door, Pounding until I couldn't hear a thing, I asked for you to give just one breath more, And you surged inside with my own blessing. I dodged as you engulfed the sight you found- The withered one bracing self like a tree And wavering in the... Continue Reading →
Come into me, lover of just my lips, Embrace this withered soul and bringit life Again. That cup of joy in which I sipped, Before the world grew grey with unsought strife. Perhaps if once upon the shores of skin, Your waves began to chase and trail, torment, A breath would surge forth from the... Continue Reading →
"He's not coming" Said the devil on my shoulder. "Just you wait" Said the angel at my side. "He loves me" Said the face in the mirror Just before she started to cry.
SUZANNA GORETTI 