Driving to the gallery today, I began thinking about the beautiful letter written to me the other day. The reader claimed “The Red Speck“, “stalked” her. The book would magically appear in places she hadn’t left it. The slim text “fell” on her chest twice while she slept… I love the idea of the book…
There I sat. Back erect, verbalizing the sounds. Wondering if the ecstasy would return. …so long ago and far away… Slowly slipping into the familiar pattern. Falling into the rhythm, of each syllable. The recognizable cadence of an old friend. Working my way up. Grounding, releasing, willing. Loving, speaking, visualizing. Ethereal realms abound. Effortless and…
A lack of vision. Moved to silence by my eyes. Engulfed in the raucous visual. External images, human interaction, social activity… A buzz in my head. White noise. Detached from the me, the I Am. Split in two. Longing. A quiet craving, it comes. Eyes wide shut look within; and follow the silver tether home….
Dear Buyers, There is a small but prolific vine that pops up all over the flower bed in front of the house. I left her alone at first because she was lovely and bore tiny flowers. She managed to choke and kill one of the lavender plants while I wasn’t paying attention last year, and…
When I was a girl, I knew an old woman. She had a magic. A way of knowing. The strength of a person’s will. She was quiet. She watched. She listened. She smiled. Privately, she would give me summation. Weak willed. Strong willed. Willful. With or without will power. I would like to say she…
Then there will be times when I go missing. As a cat, I am. Alone. Dying quietly. My preference. Having nine lives, but only one face, everything shows. Too hard to hide. Best to be alone. Licking my wounds in peace. Healing. Thinking. Regrouping. Patiently awaiting the rebirth. The next act. S. Conde Read…
Did I make the right decision? What will happen? Where will we go? What will we do? Have I taught my children well? Am I good mother? Have I been supportive enough? Is this what I want? Why did I say that? Why did I do that? I should have said this. I should have…
She was crying hysterically as she drove her car down I-75. The tears blurred her vision, but she knew the way home. Home. “How could she go home in this state?” She thought to herself, “I can’t let the children see me like this.” …and her husband, he’d had more than enough of the misery. …
Have you ever felt like there’s an emptiness in your life? A certain nagging dissatisfaction? A longing for something unnamed? You try to fill the void by overindulging in pleasurable acts, like shopping, eating, drinking, sex…the problem is that the hole has no bottom, it is infinite. For a while you are satisfied with the…
So here we go again. I know what my next book will be about. The basic flow, the chronology of events, is worked out in my head. I’ve named the characters, visualized the settings, and have begun to put pen to paper. (I like to start with paper and pen, then move over to the…