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  • Tomorrow

    Tomorrow, we start again. Continue reading

  • A Day In The Life

    I’ll be asleep soon. It’s 6:00 pm, and I’m fairly certain of it— tonight will be an 8:30 kind of night. My goodness, it’s been a full twenty-four hours. My body is fighting a chest infection/cold and yet I’ve continued… Continue reading

  • The Day Moon

    When the day moon shines from its blue morning home, I reach into the quiet and feel once again the tender, sweet moments of yesterday.   Continue reading

  • Wild

    The wild in me craves the touch of the wild out there. Continue reading

  • Yes

    Just say yes. To all the impossible, beautiful questions of love. Yes.   Continue reading

  • Once Upon A Lifetime Past

    I couldn’t tell you how old I was. Seven or eight, maybe. However old I was, though, I was old enough to know what I believed. And what I absolutely did not believe was that my Mum had been killed… Continue reading

  • The Brightest Angel

    The brightest Angel slides on her spectacles, and smiles. It’s the painting of us that she loves the most. She soaks the brush tip once more: crystal blue and white, and she paints until her miracle is perfect. Continue reading

  • Twinkle, Twinkle

    Twinkle, twinkle little light shine on me your beauty bright. Hold me gently, love me dear show me I have naught to fear. Twinkle, twinkle little light sing me through the darkest night.   .     Continue reading

  • Naked With Friends

    Once upon a youthful eve, when my porcelain skin had only seen twenty-one summers, naked with friends happened. Innocent naked. Not at all sexual, naked (let’s be clear on that right away.) I’ll never forget the naked of that night, all of us… Continue reading

  • The Soft Girl Again

    The soft girl spoke to me again. She was quick, as usual, so quick I almost didn’t notice she’d come. But I caught her. Yes! And when I did, she spoke to me in moving pictures and silhouettes: a projected future scene,… Continue reading