“We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.”Anais Nin
Three-hundred days of incubation.Words were spoken, with no translation.Mental experimentation.Nights of manifestations.Sanity kept with journal notations.The world is silent, with […]
Saturday morning coffeethe sun doesn’t rise at 4:45.I can hardly open my eyes.There’s a full moon in the skyit’s the […]
It was cold and windy. Celebration a distant memory. The day felt hollow and empty.
“Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.”Leonardo da Vinci