…her brutal truths and long silences which she would wield as weaponry, had been ground down, curved softly into conscious wisdom.
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The Lake of Ghosts
I painted the waves with the pen of my memories..
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…
Winter or Spring?
Spring approaches just off the horizon.
The Absence of Noise.
February 13, 2022 More of the story… The Story continues on the story page (I really need to work on… Read more The Absence of Noise.
Oak Trees.
I had played with the painting of them..the browns of deep cocoa, the solemn grays like those which color a uniform..instead I searched. And I drove to search…
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..,
The Night Roses
Happy Summer! And please enjoy the wonderful heat of day and the marvelous glow of night…strolling…
A Breath of Wind
“You. You are light…I am, oddly now, dark..”
the brick dandelion 