Van Gogh never made it out alive: his brush strokes of radiance consumed by us, now, were brush strokes he kept sweeping across the canvas and he’ll never […]
You know, some of us are waves, salt water caressing sea stacks in our sweet tides or on those full moon nights we reflect your boldness lift our skirts […]
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“The dancing path leads us from the inertia of sleepwalking to the ecstasy of living the spirit of the moment,” ~ Gabrielle Roth
I am a visual writer.
I close my eyes, and I see the words arranged on a page.
It’s the last word
that is always the most important…
I wouldn’t want to meet you on the first page because my life is not a storybook, but an experience of loving.