Watershed years I didn’t think came so early in one’s time. From broken sidewalks to desert trails foot-printed by horned and scaly creatures. Buzzing of wasps, june bugs and moths, clothed the hot breezes with eternal murmurs. It was in third grade that I experienced more of what the world had to offer. I and […]
** Image obtained from Internet images on 6/04/14. Child of poverty I didn’t dare ask for anything that wasn’t there in front of me. Sometime in second grade our family financial situation became worse as I heard the word bankruptcy and felt a heightening sense of anxiety, fear, and even despair in our household. Only one […]
Dick and Jane Were not much fun All they could do Was walk, talk and run. Their life seemed so pale against the broad stroke brushings of desert skies that fueled my dreams. While my second first grade experience ended much better than my first, I don’t remember being all that happy. Perhaps by being […]
It is well known we as human beings are layered in almost all aspects of our lives. What one sees, hears and experiences on an everyday basis is only a tiny petal of our wholeness. When one’s early memory life reveals states of fear and trepidation, bursting from acts of anger, breathing in an atmosphere of anguish, despair, […]
Rhythm and Rhyme; The Blossoming of Images through Dreams; Beginning in Recent Time; Some Full in Front & Center Space; Others Still Hidden; Hazy in the Weaving of Lace; Shreds of Memories; of Days Long Ago.