Author Archives: The Sterling LIne

About The Sterling LIne

Where does art end and life begin? I don't really see a distinction, but I try to consciously live each moment with enthusiasm, following inspiration where it leads, being open to possibilities and exploring the boundaries of myself, the world I live in and those I meet. Though I attempt to tread softly and respectfully, I often get clumsy, carried away with enthusiasm ... Woman, artist, force of nature and mother... Lives in the SF Bay Area.

Burnt

Posted on March 17, 2016

I had never smoked in my life. Well, other than that one half pack of menthols in junior year of high school. Then I ended up giving the other half to my friend, Shania, who had encouraged me to buy … Continue reading →

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The Taste of Clay

Posted on March 23, 2015

I was born with a Southern drawl flowing from my lips like rich red clay during a summer downpour, thick and shifting with each emotion, an open window to my heart’s hue, with no mistaking the color of it’s source, at … Continue reading →

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We Are Not Made of Paper

Posted on March 15, 2015

I am not made of paper. That’s what they want now. Simple sheets, thin, manageable, slick to the touch. Printed only on one side, shiny and bold. The image can become reality, they say, Such a strange flip from the … Continue reading →

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White Roses

Posted on February 11, 2015

Solace is the onset of silence in a world the can’t shut up, The unexpected resonance of a breeze making chaos of fresh, clustered leaves, Eyes feasting on freshness, drinking in primal yearnings for growth, for life. Breathing in satin flavors, … Continue reading →

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Berated

Posted on February 8, 2015

Like silks saturated in gasoline, My heart burns slow, dank yet ready to burst. The poisonous glances of contempt thrown my way, the low flying words, rewriting a past which to me seemed sun filled and light, Woven into passages dripping … Continue reading →

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I’m Sorry, I’m Not for Sale

Posted on October 26, 2014

Long ago, when this album (cassette!) made a regular appearance in my Walkman (like I said, long ago), my boyfriend at the time, perhaps in a need to impress, who can know, proudly told me he could get me a … Continue reading →

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Centering the Ballast and Leaving the Dock

Posted on August 24, 2014

Growth is a type of change. No change, by definition, means no growth. There can be a disconcerting instability to it at times, especially when, often, we human beings attempt to hold onto external sources of stability… money, a certain look, … Continue reading →

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