Bend back, arm outstretched, gentle gliding step forward....tilting like the moon in crescent. So much that a simple gesture can bestow and portray of life.
...Writing stories, pictures... and poems...laundry on the line...all that I have the guts (at the moment) not to write in my journal bleeding it out in brown ink...heart's blood ...blue raspberries on black saucers dripping from the nib of a fountain pen...This is my version of the silent scream. <