Casey Promise Thompson
I’m a Visual Artist, Omnist, Wordsmith, Chronic Daydreamer and Lover of all things Brie.
Between Here & There
“Sail away, sail away, sail away” , sang Talia as she slowly ran her palms across the tips of the cool green grass. She finally got a Walkman for her birthday, and now she could listen to her mother’s Enya tape wherever she wanted.
In The Void
Biding my time to pull myself up, out of the twisted percale cotton sheets. My body curled and hands tucked. The sun screaming through my eyelids.
A Title for Tom
Grief, like a thick oily fog. Choking on, consuming you, glazing your eyes. In a daze. Trying hard to breathe. • The loss of someone.
For My Wife
I, your wife, your home….. I who loves you with every centimeter of my entire inescapable entity. From my aging and stretching skin that envelops this body from my toes to my head.
Felix and I
Is there even a way to truly describe love with only words? Is there a quote, a paragraph or a verse that’s ever truly captured what love rightly is? Is it possible? The depth, the passion, the infinite grasp and the intensity of love, is something I have never been able to explain as an artist.
Disability and Optimism Bias
Waking up in a dizzying state of sunlight and the tail end of tranquilizers. My every morning. I roll over a few more times trying to coax my body back to sleep. I’m so physically drained and aching…..but it’s also depression too, and I know it.
The year is now 1987, and I’ve just awoke into thought. Sights and sounds and memories of, a childhood home from long ago.
When Will We Get It Right?
It isn't that time evades us, but that we evade the endless possibilities of ourselves and what we are capable of. We, as humans, are at a standstill.