Friday, December 9, 2011. God made the illusion look real. And the real an illusion. And made the foam visible. You see the dust whirling. But how can the dust rise by itself? You see the foam, but not the ocean. Invoke Him with deeds, not words;. And will save you in the infinite-life. Sunday, December 4, 2011. Very Early on Sunshine Beach. Before the day has really begun.

Tuesday, June 5, 2012. At least I try it! NEVER WALLS, WINDOWS ALWAYS! Never walls, windows always! To an disordered chaos.

And revealing myself one poem at a time. Thursday, May 21, 2015. Resting in the cool of dusk. Resting in the cool of dusk. In the swing by the pool -. Everything a riot of crick. Who knew such tiny things. Hovers then grows wings,. Whose soft brush in flight. Wednesday, March 11, 2015. In the middle of the forehead -. Third eye, chakra, blind.

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They disappear the girls,. Whose father, did what, when,. With whose aid, why - I care less. Haunt me, but not as ghostly mystery. In fact, there was so much. That it has spilled over, across time,. Crossed the bridges of your world. And mine, so you live with me now,. Swimming in the river of my thoughts.

The Magic, Miracles and Joy of an Artist. Wednesday, April 4, 2018. Scenes from yesterday the promise of Spring weather. Very windy with a wind advisory through tomorrow. Sweet chickadee arriving for lunch. This is the female of the cardinal couple that are in our yard most of the time. I need to come up with a unique name for each of them. Out back, searching for something to eat.

Some stray strands of twisted brain waves. Friday, October 14, 2011. As shared at Magpie Tales. It was 2 in the morning. Going in and out of consciousness for the past three hours, hands tied by thick barbed fence wires from across the field, the body slumped and hit the floor face down. Thought he could have me behind bars . Expensive these days, bu.

Where Pen is mightier than the sword. Written for my adaptation of the Jackson Pollock chosen by Tess today, for her Mag 290. Among the clouds an angel flies. In swift retreat from stormy skies. Spreads its path; to our delight. This promises that, after rain,. Its beams will bless the land again. So it has been since time began,.

She taught me linking verbs, predicate nouns,. Long division, have a Kleenex ready, an apple.