Not for even my own ego, not to show off, not to compete..Not for my parents, not for a man, and not for spite..
August 25, 2018 Handsome. Oh, that G~d had granted me a son. Solid. He stood before me with a silent… Read more Abundantly Perfect, Like Bird Berries…
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 looked at him, stunned.
May your 2018 be icy blue moons and sultry blue waters. May you know the robust red of life love….and everything in between,
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
“…people know. even if they do not know, they do know that what happened is not what is seemed to be. People know you.”
“His gaze was an unnerving, yet saddened pride. I wondered at the lack of our society’s vigilance upon its own worth.