small child big bed lost in a room lost in her head The gray of her days by a rectangle window gave slight to light and tossed the lines haphazard and tangled. There came a knocking a pounding thrice times in the days shook the frame of her mind until crazy with fright! surrender surrender … More Bang
I have been away, painting has called me. Ideas pulling my thoughts down a path of paintbrushes and wooden canvases. My voice becomes silent as my words become color. Good times.
It is I the wayward writer. Here today, gone tomorrow. I am a very undisciplined sort, managing my time is not my forte. And my desires swing like monkey’s in trees. I do a lot of painting and working outside, watching episodes and playing games. Perhaps a few spare moments of just staring out windows, … More Go Jesus
INTO THIS DEEP 