Journey Home…A thought in the maelstrom of her mind: did she fall or was she pushed?
call silas…Why did you write your number on a bathroom wall?
Door Ajar…Toxic-Tony I called him.The zingers he flung at me on a regular basis cut, tore and ground like broken grass into my fragility. Another d…
A Little Journey…It is a little known fact, in the human world, that flowers are actually capable of intelligence…
Real Friend…For danger lies in the minds of those who only hear one voice. That is far too much power for anyone to have over another life.
The Gift of Tears and Love…Tears! Small, large, sitting, flowing, running. As I sat and watched the day’s event unfold I was amazed at the depth of emotions now…
Ebb and Flow…I hate to fly, but I love the airport. It is a microcosm of humanity. Here I feel the gentle ebb and flow of human nature in its most…
One More Day of Waiting…She felt small – a wish in a well, a dust mote in a sunbeam. She knew she flared, but her size made the flash go unseen. People passed he…
Wordless Ghosts Speak to Me in the Language of Jasmine…...clinging to his wordless silhouette
Bathtubs and Bottles: the context…I missed Miette’s conspiring and I swore the noises of the past left marks. So I spent much of my time singing to myself, silencing them…