Madness is loving the unsolvable puzzle of your soul and replacing the lost pieces with my own.

The Inner Self...What makes us who we areshould be glorifiedpersonifiedand sung unto the stars!

I don’t need anyone else to distract me from myself anymore, like I always thought I would.

Solace of Silencesurreal synapsesof a melancholy dronea dream per chanceshe dared not be alone...

Hasten Little Maiden...stop and listenfor pearls of wisdomstop and listen as the river glistens...

Sleeping AtlantisSilent cool watersdancing upon her skin ~silent cool waterushering dreams within...

You were the hardest year of my life and I’ve never been so happy. What does that say about me?

Soul SisterEvoking all my inner goodnesswith bastions of timeI cradle your heartsisterly into mine...

A good sentence in prose should be like a good line in poetry, unchangeable, as rhythmic, as sonorous.

Yet you stand, too ashamed to run, too fearful to embrace. God I see so much ofwhat I love in that face.

Afghanistan had collapsed and everyone's life now lies broken at different levels within the rubble.

Mirabelle sat down, dropping into the cushions like a ball being caught in a large leather glove.


White IrisThe iris danced acrossthe ancient Grecian skiesgliding with her embossedsatiny milken sides ...

I can't allow what we learned in English composition to disrupt the sound and rhythm of the narrative.

MotherHushed and sacred silencefills the dawning skyI ponder in this momentof our journey which is nigh...