Eileen St. Louis

Makes me miss my peepz in Albany. That place taught me a lotta about love. It's been too many years my friends. Thanks to a local photo lab called McGreevy Pro for reminding me they're still holding onto these in case I want to make more prints. I'm pretty satisfied with this series.

I've been sick. I finally admitted it today after my body told me, no more- you are only doing the bare minimum. I yielded to the cloudy head, aches and runny nose and relinquished my hope that i could fight it. While succumbing to the cold, I also feel I have defeated it because after the worst is over it can only get better right? Another thing I learned about having the cold, is that all other bullshit gets tossed to the side. You're barely functioning, so you let go of anything not important including 'to do' list and people not worth talking to- I exchange my busy life, for time and space to be with myself and my snot, patiently waiting to recover while drinking hot tea, warm soup and trying to nap.  Today was probably one of the best days to take the "day off" and I don't mean from work, I mean life. I was already off the work schedule today and the temperature is currently dropping to like -4. Hence, social life halts, attending lectures, scr...

I awoke to a    Day that was pale- Clouds hung low    A bright grey overcast. As it crept towards noon The sky grew dark And the day felt weary So it began to weep The winds picked up Billowing across the wet land When a shot rings out And an orange shape is seen darting To hide behind rows of houses- Making the sound seem Only like a crack of lightning With a human streak That quickly fades. Droplets smash against these window panes Remembered days filled with pain and self-doubt Every morning waking up To the wish that I were not myself But someone else who was happy Or who might imagine that one day they could be. People who don't understand how One grapples with a disease of the mind That can have more power over you Than any physical cancer- Either have never experienced The way its effected someone Or are afraid of its unknown Crippling reach Which can invade without A moments notice Without credence to age, race or gender ...

The World Tarot Card of the Day for 2014-06-01

He Liang rides his home-made suitcase vehicle along a street in Changsha

Boys chant slogans and hold up their mock weapons made from pipes during a military-st...

Phenomenal Woman BY MAYA ANGELOU Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size But when I start to tell them, They think I’m telling lies. I say, It’s in the reach of my arms, The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I’m a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That’s me. I walk into a room Just as cool as you please, And to a man, The fellows stand or Fall down on their knees. Then they swarm around me, A hive of honey bees. I say, It’s the fire in my eyes, And the flash of my teeth, The swing in my waist, And the joy in my feet. I’m a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That’s me. Men themselves have wondered What they see in me. They try so much But they can’t touch My inner mystery. When I try to show them, They say they still can’t see. I say, It’s in the arch of my back, The sun of my smile, The ride of my breasts, The grace of my style. I’m a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That’s me...