Going dormant here until an ability to delete and change my posts, have some privacy and anonymity to my work, is developed. Find me at my website: VennieKocsis.com

I had knee surgery today, and as I was waking up from anesthesia, I heard a baby crying. I was convinced I had just given birth to that baby. I asked the nurse, “Did I have a baby?” She said, “No, honey,

portrait by me Stuck. That’s what they say. They’re stuck in The muck of yesterday, And I am familiar With the frozen moment. It’s an exhausted exhale Where the knees bend, And we pretend we’ve Got this,

*ai: self portrait - Wonder * Circles of My Own Love I said he was the man you love to hate. I was young, shattered and feigning whole. That was the day I became fodder For relations that killed me harder.

(self portrait) There’s a symbiosis flow dancing with busy. My brain is on overload. I flip through planners; sectioned off for the compartments of my life. 🔘Business projects 🔘Creator Plans 🔘Books

(self portrait) Mania pushes from the bottom skin layer. Like a prickly cactus it just sits there, Disguising itself as anxiousness, Maybe a dancing compost of both. It’s like two magnets in flux and What

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I like to do ritual painting sometimes. It’s a way of taking emotions that I may be holding, emotions of pain or sadness, and then burying it under beautiful colors. This is one of those paintings. I hope

photo by Carrie Beth Photography, Fairbanks, AK I have never been in a wedding before. When my best friend asked me to be her maid-of-honor, I gleefully accepted. My friend is exceptional. We grew up together

art ©VennieKocsis To be a warrior one must learn to wait silently in the shadows. We must gather our quiet into the arching pull back of our bow. We must watch. We must observe. We must not fall into senses

I joined an online meditation space tonight. The conversation was peaceful. It was loving. I was laying on my bed enjoying the positive energy. I looked out of my bedroom window, and this was my view;

art by Vennie I have become a mother to my self; Nights where the weeping child within me, Soaked pillows with the pain of pasts. “It doesn’t last, my dear,” she said softly. “One day it all fades away.”

art by Vennie She always wore emotions in the eyes, A little sorrow mixed with sunny skies and When the rain came, she ran in the drops, Hoping, praying the heartache would stop. There were never chances

Everything is busy right now. With a deep dive into a new study to expand my educational degree, my head buzzes with busy. Everything is intertwined with time. Schedules Appointments Planner. Planner.

I’ve been swept back to the 90’s, when mIRC came out and immediately overwhelmed me. I didn’t understand the coding and commands. There were many times I almost shut down to it. I kept my head in the game,