When you don’t know what to write about you end up thinking about half-formed phrases, mixed metaphors that have cascaded Continue reading
I dream to blossom like a cherry tree in spring…. To manifest the creativity from within. I feel it’s time to express Continue reading
Resuscitated Lily part 2 What the taxi driver did not realise is that his action of placing the lilies back Continue reading
Resuscitating lilies’ The Invited awakes. The room is full of light. There are things missing from the room. She looks Continue reading
My stomach pushed up to my mouth. There are no words. [This welcome pause] Ousting the ones who stride with Continue reading
.. another from my series of self portraiture..
The Swimming Pool Scene The Distraction and the Novelist are at the reunion. It is a Pool side party hosted Continue reading
Tiny Blue Ladders.
Breathing and exhaling at the count of nine. “Cozcacuauhtli!”…. I called your name. First you feasted on my anger… So much had Continue reading
Davids hapus Diwrnod St. Happy St. David’s day.
Words are taken from people who spoke to studies on depression in the UK.
This day 8 of a self portraiture project I started a while back..
I get another invitation to go back to the sister of stuffs house while She’s away in Berlin. Of course Continue reading