Author Archives: SIDEWAYS EIGHT

Boards and screens have stored remains of childhood joys and pains, when boys and girls regain the wonder of imagination across the challenge of monster filled drains, and chemically enhanced brains. Don’t forget if your friend wins and starts bragging … Continue reading →

There are lines we draw in the sand, and lines we draw in our mind’s eye. There are lines we trace on our hand, off the fingertip pointed at the sky. . . . . . #photography #instapics #photographersofig #pictures … Continue reading →

Among the seemingly infinite choices over this weekend were fried artichokes, limoncello cocktails, pepperoni baguettes, hot toscano salami, or lasagna to bring folks out in the chill. The #renoitalianfestival 🇮🇹💜is always such a great way to round out #festival season! … Continue reading →

“Never above you, never below you, always beside you.” – Walter Winchell . . . . . #photography #instapics #photographersofig #pictures #artistic #creative #creation #writersofig #writerswrite #writersofinstagram #writinglife #wordgasm #words #selfpublishing #sidewayseightprojects #poet #poets #poem #poems #poetry #poetsofinstagram #poetsofig #poetrycommunity … Continue reading →

If you’re poised to sit on the highest court in the land, and it triggers one or more who have felt your unwelcome hand, and there are too many in power to stop this train on the tracks that was … Continue reading →

Sometimes we write to stay disciplined. Sometimes we write to fill time. And sometimes we achieve a deeper understanding of ourselves and the world around us through rhyme. . . . . #photography #instapics #photographersofig #pictures #artistic #creative #creation #writersofig … Continue reading →

In our search for what is right, in our yearning for truth, in our desire for justice, and for the madness to make sense, let us not forget that every living soul is an image bearer of the author of … Continue reading →

The mind wonders even if the language doesn’t, you may have made that into inspiration, but it wasn’t. Or was it? I don’t think that I’m the right one to judge it. I just write it, sometimes smudge it, staying … Continue reading →

We wish to be what our parent’s had dreamt of, while we stood on their shoulders in our youth. No matter their protection and or love, it did not prepare us for the truth. . . . . #photography #instapics … Continue reading →

The details on your face reveal a lifetime of laughter, a serenade of sadness over souls who slipped past, and the welcoming warmth in remembrance of everything we refuse to take for granted. . . . . . #photography #instapics … Continue reading →