I love to write and am learning photography.
My interests also include my computer, and computer games, keeping in contact with friends and family all over the world, making greeting cards, I love art but I can’t paint or draw, I love music and play the guitar.
I have discovered that being creative is not what I do....it’s Who I Am! Without it I am lost. I am just starting to find myself again….RedBubble has inspired me to try different things and to come out of my shell.
I feel like I’m sticking my little toe in the BIG RedBubble ocean, there is soooo much excellent work out there. But as they say….nothing ventured, nothing gained. I can only write what my heart feels.
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your mouth, like a hungry fledgling needing sustenance opened, / as I kissed the other cheek…
So from my heart I’m sorry / I didn’t mean to say… / The words that pierced / You heart,
How soon they turn like savage beast / Jackalls at the kill
Tears of regret, / Tears of woe, / Tears that I shed / So long ago
hungrily we feed upon eachother…
Still, the evidence did not lie, / The one small thing that said you had been mine - / A treasured possession