I’m a creative spirit who is looking to share my work (art and writing) with a larger audience. I have short stories and poems in my files, a book in the works, and endless ideas in my imagination wanting to expand beyond my own head.
It’s colder than frozen outside and I can’t get warm. Gelid in the old world. I have no money, no home, no nothing. Nothing but fistfuls of scavenged matches and cigarette butts lining the many pockets of my coat.
Once upon a time there lived a young girl. One day, in a fit of rage, she pulled on her stomping boots, clipped on her fairy wings, and made a beeline out the back door of her family's cabin toward freedom.
Make Me A Waterfall
make me a waterfall take me over the edge watch me free fall then catch me in a pool of delight smooth out my sharp spots
Me, my best friend, and a pile of pumpkins is a recipe for a portrait. My friend is wearing a rose-colored jacket, her “lady scarf,” and the soft velvet richly-colored reversible hat that called her name one rainy afternoon from a hat maker’s booth at an outdoor market. I’m wearing my fluffy fancy fleece and a golden silk scarf which my best friend has just bestowed on me as a get-through-your-divorce item of clothing to wear as a ray of light on my shoulders during the final days of my marriage. We are both wearing toe shoes, not sandals, as the weather changes from the long lit days of late summer to the shortened days of early autumn's glow.