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MedusaEyes.com is currently on hiatus

Saturday, December 1st, 2007

But I encourage you to read through the site anyway. Medusa Eyes was born of a wild idea of mine that all art inspires stories…and in this project I focused on Victorian and Pre-Raphaelite art. I would look at an image and literally write the thoughts that it inspired in me, promising myself [...]

Gliding

Thursday, August 23rd, 2007

She floats aimlessly with no destination in mind. She doesn’t remember how or why she decided that this should be the way to live her life. Her elders would shake their heads, assuming that such a lack of ambition was typical of only the very young and naive. But she knows that [...]

Spinster

Sunday, August 12th, 2007

I can hear them coming. The familiar sound of hooves and wooden wheels that always signals a month of dread has again come my way. The yearly visit. Laughing silly sisters with beautiful faces and little brains. They drip with jewels as they bestow their good graces on Father and I. [...]

I know now.

Wednesday, July 11th, 2007

I’ve always been aware of their presence. But my relationship with you was so tender and young that I felt it best to ignore them, to pretend that they did not exist. I realize now what my mistake was. Like a lot of young girls, I made your beliefs more important than [...]

I’m half-sick of shadows

Tuesday, June 19th, 2007

The shadows are always here, lurking nearby. Waiting for the perfect moment to make their move, to make themselves known. They belong neither to the present, nor to the future. They are rooted firmly in the past.  And I cannot look away.
A wise man once said, “When your thoughts are in [...]

The Game

Tuesday, June 12th, 2007

It’s all an illusion that they have created. The feelings that they profess to feel so deeply don’t even exist. She’s so caught up in excitement and apprehension that it has never occurred to her that she should wonder if it is he that she loves, or merely the thrill of having this [...]

Under Cover, continued

Thursday, June 7th, 2007

She was not the first to try to deceive us. Appearances can be deceiving, but not to those who live a life removed from the world. I suppose she saw us as innocents, secluded from the dangerous world from whence she came. How she underestimated us. She swept into the world [...]

Under Cover

Wednesday, June 6th, 2007

I’m in. Any nervousness I may have felt during my journey was wasted, for they didn’t seem to question me at all. They have welcomed me with open arms. Vulnerable and willing open arms. In fact, my nervousness has quickly been replaced by disdain for all the foolish naivety that I’ve [...]

Je Reviens

Sunday, May 27th, 2007

A bold comeback. This is what she has planned. And as she plans it, she remembers a phrase from long ago. The only French phrase she knows, having encountered it in a Daphne Du Maurier book at the age of twelve.  Je Reviens, I return.
Art in this post by Georges Rochegrosse (French, [...]

Vanity (revisited)

Thursday, January 25th, 2007

Since I haven’t written in a while, I’ve decided to pull out an old entry:
She was engaged once, although she has pushed it out of her mind. He loved her and was endowed with a large enough fortune to satisfy her whims and capricious needs. But she was unable to tear her eyes off of [...]

Miscommunication

Thursday, November 30th, 2006

All she wants to do is love him. Simply. With no obstacles, no drama. And all that stands in her way is his own obstinance. Like a stray animal that has to be coaxed into safety, she pulls him to her even as he pulls away. That they are constantly [...]

Not too long ago…

Sunday, November 19th, 2006

I can remember in profound detail how I broke his heart. His name? Not important. What is important is that he was a rogue. A scoundrel. He was the proverbial bad boy that girls are too often drawn to, in the hopes that they will be the one to redeem him.
I, [...]

Tiresome

Sunday, November 12th, 2006

You and I have only just met and I am already on the first fringes of annoyance. I lay on the border between irritation at your inappropriate use of endearments and apathy because you are not the first to do so. I sigh inwardly at the fact that you are one of [...]

Perchance to Dream

Thursday, October 26th, 2006

Vivid images, the product of my slumber. I seek you in the day as I try to piece together the moments of my dreams. Am I looking for truth? Signs? Meaning? Or is it simply that this misty memories are preferable to my mundane day?
It is in dreams that we [...]

Excavate

Saturday, September 23rd, 2006

“I mean no disrespect,” she says as she turns to walk away, ” I just can’t do it anymore. I no longer have the energy to explain myself to you.”
She trembles a bit as she begins to take those first steps, recognizing that metaphorically speaking, she has just taken the most difficult step of [...]

Awkward Young Love

Saturday, September 16th, 2006

Her eyes betray her. She’s never been able to mask any emotion with her face. She is the proverbial open book. If only she were like those other girls, the ones who can smile and flirt shamelessly with witty comebacks. They are the ones who are in full control of their [...]

Pianissimo

Wednesday, September 13th, 2006

Laziness and comfort creep in as welcome guests on this quiet day.
Although relaxing together, each member of the family is separated by their own individual thoughts, connected only by the melody. The younger one imagines stories that seem to follow the crescendo of the tune as she constructs characters and fairy tales. While [...]

The Reader: An Autobiographical Tale

Thursday, September 7th, 2006

Her life is spent between pages. Someone else’s words feed her soul. Someone else’s thoughts and characters have become embedded in the tapestry of her life. But, where do they end and where does she begin? Her mind is not an empty vessel, after all, waiting to be filled with the [...]

Identity Crisis

Friday, August 25th, 2006

She wonders which side of herself is the one that most people see. Is it the side that she cultivates, in the hopes that it will mask her weaknesses? She covers her lack of cleverness with a carefully honed vocabulary and a practiced, pedantic nature. She can and will point out the [...]

Please….

Monday, August 21st, 2006

“Please”, she thinks, appealing to him with her eyes. “Think of me, for I shall think of you. You are all I have dreamed of.” Her dreams have been simple, that at least is in her favor. She dreams of a man who has a love, no, a passion for [...]

Petulance…

Friday, July 21st, 2006

The time has come for her to make a decision. She stands at the crossroads. Will she shed the years of girlishness and accept maturity with grace? Or will she flee all responsibilty, embracing the world of frivolity that she does not want to leave. Because that is question, isn’t it? [...]

It’s there…you just have to find it.

Wednesday, May 31st, 2006

“How dare he,” she thinks. Her thoughts are like fire to her mind, her anger burns whatever loving feelings she may have had. It is enough. It is old. And it is over.
He will not believe it, of course. But when he realizes that the part of her heart that was so easy to manipulate [...]

Mass Manufactured

Friday, May 19th, 2006

Their time has come. They march slowly down the spiral staircase without fear or suspicion, not knowing that they are leaving their souls behind. Each pliable young spirit will now be molded along with her peers, taught to conform. They do this willingly, sacrificing their own original brand of beauty for something unoriginal and common [...]

An Innocent Madness

Friday, March 24th, 2006

They were figments of her imagination, born within the recesses of her mind. She could feel their sweet breath, hear their whispers in her ear, smell their unique scent. It is because of them she appeared lovely and happy to those who pass her in the street. But to those that know her, her eyes [...]

Shadows of the Past…

Thursday, February 16th, 2006

There are moments that you cannot forget no matter how much you try. They are always brief moments. Quick. Fleeting. But it is not length of time that is a factor, it is emotion. Shock, pain, anger, grief. The feelings are searing, burning an imprint on your mind. It becomes like a negative of a [...]

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