Art work created by me inspired by Lilac Wine by Jeff Buckley Her body bent, flexed and stretched like wisps of hair caught in the air….reaching for the stars that moved around her head. She closed her eyes and tip-toed … Continue reading
Photo by me In the early morning hours, I found myself washed upon the shore. My tears crept down my face and drip-drop…into the tide it fell. My fingers push and pull the crushed shells to sculpt words that will … Continue reading Pirouette
Photo by me I count the petals on the daisy I don’t want an answer to the question but instead, I need a statement. Affirmation of a truth I already know since he left. Or was it me that walked … Continue reading He Love me….
Your blood is like ink to me, I watch it drip onto the worn pages. It swirls into beautiful images It is a story only I can see. You are my muse And I am the creative writer. As you … Continue reading My Muse
What if I swept the pen across the paper like a lover, letting the ink become an act of passion, not necessity? I think I would write about tip-toe’ing through the daisies and how I felt like I was a … Continue reading What If…