One of my watercolor paintings….drying and waiting for next step, patiently. As a child I remember being told to not allow things to upset you that you cannot control. For instance, if it rains on a day you longed … Continue reading Patiently
I am worn and tattered on the edges, yet I breathe light into the atmosphere. I am the echo of something that once was a shadow of beautiful and now departed into something destructive. I am poison dripping through your … Continue reading Help Me Breathe Again
What if I wrote you a lullaby with verses pulled from moonlight and a distinct chorus of heartbeats…would you fall asleep with our melody in your palms? Pull me close as we sleep and feel how your fingers fit perfectly between … Continue reading Tell Me
Inked Peacock Tales 