While My Guitar Gently Weeps floats upon the summer air, drifting in from the open window. She looks to the left and sees her father humming along. “Daddy,” his little girl asked one day, “what color is love?” Being a thoughtful … Continue reading Color of Love
I have often been asked how I write the way I do…I am not always sure what that means. I may ask to clarify because honestly, I write with a pen to paper then transfer it to the computer. Or … Continue reading How Do I Write the Way I Do…
I was sitting in a cold, empty room. “Criss cross applesauce”, is how my teachers would tell me to sit. So I sit not sure what to do or even think. The room felt so cold….sterile. White walls, floors and … Continue reading Everything You Can Imagine Is Real
Each note elicits a burst of color; a brilliant firework illuminating my mind. Your voice feels of a warm fire place, enveloping my senses. It keeps me safe. I run my fingers across letters feeling their personalities. “W” is romantic … Continue reading When On a Trapeze..Throw Your Heart Over the Bar and your Body Will Follow
Inked Peacock Tales 