“Do you remember it? Do you remember the sword and it’s sheath? Do you remember the carvings?”
Category: Writing
Speaking of Swords.
…her brutal truths and long silences which she would wield as weaponry, had been ground down, curved softly into conscious wisdom.
The Speaking Sword
… I see her smile in her dreams. For once, all seems quiet and gentle. And consistent. I would have reprieves of such times in the past, but they would disappear as a flicker in the wind.
July 14.
Happy almost birthday to me! I have quite a path of learning ahead of me, but I’m liking it!! Lots… Read more July 14.
Flight 56.
I ascended slightly. I wanted to feel the pain of the full wind coming at me. I wanted to test the strength which I knew I had and therefore, was no test at all.
A Skull Innocuous
Under make-up and skin; beside the jewelry and clothes; this is what I am. This is my truth…
What would your father say?
After teasing me about the possible content of a few chapters…
The Harvest of Roses.
Along the path to traditional autumn decorating, I hadn’t banked on the plentiful harvest of roses which graced my gardens.
A Lady of a Million Secrets
…I hold secrets. I hold them all silently but that has taken years… years in which they never uttered a sound. But they pressed..,
A Big Breath
I lost myself among the bigness of a river, of centuries old trees and a Great Lake. I felt absorbed into a speck. And I breathed…
the brick dandelion 