"Writing in English is the most ingenious torture ( Read more... )

Surreal whisper... dances across my mind. Faster, than any firefly I ever chased after. "But what did you expect ? Writing well, is never easy ( Read more... )

I dream of journeys, often.
Daughters of my mind...
they swirl around my heart/ like the frail whisper of extended ash
evoking memories, of moments savored
yet rarely held.

"Will someone kindly tell me what-the-HELL!, Titanium dioxide is doing in my Chocolate ( Read more... )

A 'true friend is one; who completes your next thought without needing to say anything. They never need an "Invitation" to stop by to "See" how you are doing... For they already can feel where you may be ( Read more... )

Simple day ( Read more... )

Cold embrace of stone/ laying on a mosaic of brown grass
Gentle whisper/ Of fallen grey clouds, arms raised & up-turned collar.
A pair of sea horses, kissing....
In a garden of stone faces.

An odd duck, most of my life... I often "See" or feel knowledge, I have little logical basis for. More often than not... feeling my way through the color of words like an autistic child. How they are selected, or arranged on paper. How their progression is a mirror of mind. Measuring the 'unspoken signs, of the human soul... Through context, ( Read more... )

Wonder what an Anthropologist from the 25th Century would say of our "Faux paus", Generation? Musing through the silent witness of daytime t.v.... We have a broad cross-section of humanity to sample, today: Maury is a quasi moderator - chasing after a young black woman; who has just found out her beau of less than 8 months has gotten his ex ( Read more... )

Pale whisper/ of mis'placed truth
moonlight drifts
through broken panes, of Tiffany glass

Drying tears of a forgotten Saint/
palm print fading...
upon lined cracks in a Mahogany railing