Rhonda Walker

What is happening to me?

I dip into the sweetness, again and again, but I still long for more. It rules my thoughts and controls my actions. I constantly yearn, and go back, but it is not …

I am the beginning,
and the end.
I gave birth to life,
the mother of all.

The trees are my limbs,
reaching to the sky.
Shading my body,
branches stretched wide.

The anim…

The dawning of time, the making of a world. Shaping, molding and creating. I smooth the globe, then smash it to make the mountains. I cut my hands and my tears form the rivers, lakes and sea…

Cloaked in black, I wait. For that perfect moment when the moon hides and the dark takes over the world. This is my time. The velvety softness of the shadows spread out before me, each one s…