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…
On this day I was given a gift. A gift born of love. Unwrapped and crying. The color of peaches and cream. Twenty four inches long. Alive. Today, you stand tall. A man. Proud, handsome, and strong. Kind, loving, and full of laughter. Full of life. My darling, my Angel, my sunshine-y boy. You have…
I watched as a lion strode down the path. He carried on top of him a black panther. Attached, they were, fused together, belly to back. The panther’s atrophied legs flopped about. I was not frightened, only horrified. Eight years, I was told. For eight years they had been bound together. …………………….. I am the…
A gentle fawn entered the room as I lay sleeping. Surprised and delighted, I watched her walk to my side of the bed. I lifted myself to meet the creature face to face. She dropped her head and nuzzled into my neck, allowing me to pet her. Carefully, she climbed into the bed beside me….
Montezuma’s Castle had nothing to do with Montezuma. More photos…
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…
He is already asleep. I turn off the television, and slide in. Between the sheets. Unconscious, yet aware. He pulls me over to him. His big hand around my waist. He holds me. I rearrange the pillows to suit. Snuggling in to his warm embrace. My feet are cold. I slip them between his legs. …
She had a cadence to her voice. A pattern to her speech. Sublimely Southern in her delivery. Rarely did she volunteer her opinion. When asked, she chose her words with care. She spoke in a kind of code. Responding indirectly, answering questions not yet asked. She could cut you down, lift you up, make all…