Sunday, April 1, 2018 Happy Easter! During the night of the blue moon, a snowstorm whitewashed every vertical and horizontal… Read more Changing a nightmare into pink confection.
“I walked into the courtroom with a first glance at the clock…”
March 1, 2018 Majestic. The sky’s contest, a vying among the then waxing moon, the awakening buds of a virile… Read more Proposing a Lioness Adventure, (with soot. dirt. smudges.)
I am sure the two have collided along the way…the imagery and colors, an artist’s orgasm of black and red.
“Do you think it is a serpent or a flower?” she asked, her eyes dancing while a finger traced the slice on her stomach.
i smiled at the thought of seventeen year old me – focused, smart, and with no clue how powerful she was supposed to be.
December 10, 2017 When I am really lucky, I get to write while my son writes. He, his homework. Me,… Read more The Reality of Pies, A Year Later and….Toilet Seat Repair
November 24, 2017 “I know why it happened,” Es said as she raised her head slightly as if the smell… Read more The Leavening of Gratitude. (132 Shades of Truth).
“…people know. even if they do not know, they do know that what happened is not what is seemed to be. People know you.”
October 8, 2017 I drove on this weekend morning to catch-up on an oil change that is two months and… Read more The Shadows of October