The Open Sky

The Open Sky

I wish I could capture the wild beauty of the open sky with pastels and paint. My mind a bare canvas hungry for the wispy mists of dawn, the unapologetic beaming rays of midday, the fluttering skirts of dusk: indigo, red, the faint traces of pink , and the still, cruelty of night. My obsession [...]

The Forest of Yesterdays

Babygirl can you recognize the language of the tress, the whispers of leaves, the laughter of the wind, the waves of warmth from the summer breeze? Bare feet touch grassy green, roots embed as they lock in– feeding as I grow, I suckle the trickles of savory, sweet sap, I gnaw on the ripe, poisonous [...]