…her brutal truths and long silences which she would wield as weaponry, had been ground down, curved softly into conscious wisdom.
The Lake of Ghosts
I painted the waves with the pen of my memories..
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.
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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..”