Dreaming Roses, Beauty Past Knowing
My roses are spent already this summer, and I miss them. Another summer not long ago I spend a day …
My roses are spent already this summer, and I miss them. Another summer not long ago I spend a day …
Hot Hills in Summer Heat I watch them every summer, the hot hills Crouched like a lion beside the road, …
Flowers are on my mind, after the super-bloom outing last month, after reading The Language of Flowers for book club, …
Behind all art is an element of desire.Love of life, of existence, love ofanother human being, love ofhuman beings is …
He passed his fingertips over her skin almost without touching her, and experienced for the first time the miracle of …
My last post about the “Slant-wise & Slippery” retelling of Little Red Riding Hood reminded me of a fun and …
I mentioned in my last post that I wrote a myth about the creation of the isthmus that now comprises …
I’ve been in a romantic mood lately. Both in the sensual and spiritual sense. This lust for life. This sense …
1. I crush her against me. I want to be part of her. Not just inside her but all around …
If you’ve never heard Nina Simone’s version of George Harrison’s song “Isn’t it a Pity,” I can’t think of a …