She dances in a sunny meadow, clad in shades of yellow and pink and orange. A splendid, shimmering peach-colored robe. A wan golden haze surrounds the meadows at dusk.
Peace
Cold Frosty Morning
Chapter One It was a cold frosty morning and the cobble stone roads dew. Well that’s how this starts out. I decided to create mini shorts. Short stories with images and some text. I thought would be fun as attention… Read More ›
Two Bodies One Soul
Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.
Aristotle
Freedoms Foundation
The family tree, the foundation of freedom is on the decline.
I Bleed Red
I Bleed Red I Bleed Red. War breeds the dead. War leaves corpses behind. It was only a matter of time before new violence was born. Sooner or later, the guns would start to spray blood in crowded cities and… Read More ›
I Am You, Are You, You Too 101.0
I see you in vivid color, alive and refreshed.
I see you seeing me, Fearfully, Beautifully, Tearfully.
Sphere Hunting
Sphere Hunting My world contains the remains of sphere hunters. Um, Umm, or does it? Sphere hunters, sometime you see them and sometime you don’t. One day, you’re walking through your city and then suddenly it happens. A loud crash,… Read More ›
Pandemic Thoughts
’ve been so deep in thought while walking from one room to another that when I got to my destination, I forgot why I went there. My inner thought captivates then catapults me to other places.
Find Love Don’t Run From It
You’re so pretty inside others should see that too.
It’s a shame you hide and never come out and play.
As the words spill from her mind she feels a darkness lift.
Solstice Spring Noodles And Sunsets
The sky was huge, it was rising above a huge spread of pillars, over the ocean and up and around the magnificent peninsula. It was cold and windy, and the pillars looked like lighthouses or beautiful chateaus floating up the sea.
Solid Shield And Iron Hand
To rule the people we must suppress their speech, reeducate them to our values by placing them under a solid shield rule with an iron hand. Disinsertion dissension.
Grief Sadness Sorrow And Joy
Grief is an ocean. The depths of which are tempered by the varied memories and love that are held.