Curve

  I throw back the shroud of tapestries Thick stitched with barbarous thread, hanging heavy like the echo of your words. Almond shaped blue green orbs squint,  As the quick slant of light  c o l l i d e shifting my sleepy thoughts back into places meant for the living. I am like spring,uncurling from … More Curve

Intuitive-Scaping

I am forcing myself to sit down. Write. Think. Ponder. I have been quite physical lately, sculpting out my imagination with my hands. It has been very rewarding. I really did not know I had it in me, to landscape. I can do it for hours, my thoughts working out plans as I go. It … More Intuitive-Scaping