Beauty gets dropped into your life sometimes. Share it Whenever possible.

Poetry for you. The Good Bones by Maggie Smith and Night Blooming Cereus by Robert Hayden

An audio recording of a recent post from TravisBedard.com - 500ish words on why we bring theatre to prison as request by Kate Powers.

Rest in Peace Maestro.

Let's drink to the new frontier!J. Curtis による

What delights lay beyond the infinite?J. Curtis による

Make no mistake that this decision, your decision, will ultimately come back to haunt you.J. Curtis による

"You see, demons can exert some control over things like the weather or the small minded but gravity is the ultimate demon. Nobody controls that bitch."Words | J. CurtisMusic | Guadalupe PlataJ. Curtis による

"We come together with Cashbut only for a little whileThen you're Waylon and I’m not Willie"Words & Performance | J. CurtisJ. Curtis による

"Now, put yourself behind the wheel or in one of the seats. Where are you driving off to?"Words & Performance | J. CurtisJ. Curtis による

"Vegas is somewhere behind you. The weeklong bender, those gaps in time and synapse that will never fire again are the only take home in that doggie bag brain between your ears."Written by J. CurtisMusic by Guadalupe PlataJ. Curtis による

A sea-bound traveller of more than fifteen years she had a base knowledge of common languages from the ports she frequented but this was something different — a gutterspeak.Written by J. CurtisJ. Curtis による

The dream is always the same.Written by J. CurtisJ. Curtis による

She could lift a wallet, sure, like she just did but she’d also come away with much more with only a slight touch.Written by J. CurtisJ. Curtis による

I saw you lying there pretending I don’t exist when we both can smell your stench.Written by J. CurtisPerformed by Erin CaddJ. Curtis による

She sat quietly as her father’s voice played through the earbuds. Every word he spoke to her seemed unrehearsed but expertly tailored.Written by J. CurtisPerformed by Rebecca HeymanJ. Curtis による

She couldn't remember much more than the feeling of freedom. Not so much freedom, but independence.Written by J. CurtisMusic by noimsparticus, Peter KirnJ. Curtis による

Tomorrow would be as different as any tomorrow might ever be.Written by J. CurtisPerformed by Rebecca HeymanJ. Curtis による

The clock on his nightstand visible from his recliner glowed: 12:00. Midnight.Written by J. CurtisJ. Curtis による

"Even if she exhausted every last note in her register, every last breath in the whole of this world, there would be only a silent stillness."Written by J. CurtisPerformed by Rebecca HeymanMusic by Stellartux, Tr0tJ. Curtis による

I imagined the sunWritten by J. CurtisJ. Curtis による

As his hand moved unknowingly from the side of his faceAnd all senses were piqued in every inch of the placeWritten by J. CurtisJ. Curtis による

Go out and love.Written by J. CurtisJ. Curtis による

“The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven..” ? John Milton, Paradise LostWritten by J. CurtisJ. Curtis による

From the Writing Collective @ Opium Den Studios in Oakland (http://bit.ly/1pX8l8W)Written by J. CurtisJ. Curtis による

What's more magic than working with your hands?Written by J. CurtisJ. Curtis による

Sometimes the bottle has you, sometimes you have the bottle.Written by J. CurtisJ. Curtis による

Where's your favorite hide & go seek spot?Written by J. CurtisJ. Curtis による