She follows me.
Everywhere I go.
I see her.
Out of the corner of my eye.
In a photograph.
In the reflection of a window.
Just a glimpse.
A mere silhouette on the edge of my awareness.
For just a fleeting moment.
I feel her presence.
When I am feeling vulnerable.
When I am trying to hold on.
When I am pretending to be okay.
I can sense her lingering within the fringes of my joy. Continue reading Tangled
I am the sculptor of my body-
I am the craftsman of my soul-
I am the curator of my memories-
The one whole makes the picture whole.
I am the painter of my surroundings-
I am the sketcher of my dreams-
I am the seamstress of my emotions- Continue reading The Artist
If you find yourself adrift,
and can see no land in sight-
If a stillness overcomes you,
with the darkening of the light. Continue reading The Winds of Change
and I pinched,
and I yanked,
and I tugged. Continue reading The Birthday Suit
What makes up a pound is a matter of debate.
Is it a matter of its measure,
or a matter of its weight?
Continue reading Of Weights and Measures
My head down,
when the girl looked my way-
I dared not look up,
For fear of what she would say. Continue reading The Bully