Sunday, December 9, 2007
Friday, November 30, 2007
She Adorns the Self; spring rememberings
Shifting in twilight a ghost of Springtime past, sheds a tear for Winter to come but hurry fast.
The end of Autumn is ripe and the trees begin to grey. Brother North Wind pays his dues while dry and crumpled leaves blow down the path. Winter is impatient and can't hold back her whispers, she is whispering with the tree limbs of a hallow howl.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Love Fold Blind; winter digs her teeth
Friday, November 16, 2007
A Stomach Full of Leeches
Last minute paintings leave me feeling like my stomach is being sucked dry from the inside out. A new gallery month and I have been asked to bring more than one piece to hang. I am nervous and excited all in one. Wish me luck. Am still working on the painting I am putting in. Waiting for the wax to dry.
Sunday, November 4, 2007
Oriental Fire Room
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Their White Conquer
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Divine like Autumn
Disolve into the air that now blows down the path with its cool tongue tasting the back of my neck. Between thighs and arms and gasps of lovers Autumn is craving a word or twice. Dance like fingers upon my throat sharp edged sheddings tumble down from limbs. Curious whispers and chattering somethings behind me, before me, befall my eyes. Save the moments inside my stomach, swelling and still wanting and calling me along. His voice is divine like Autumn.
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