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Master of the House

The Master of the House.....Beckons your trembling soul, calls your dark nightmares to loom high in the ghastly moonlight.... in his...

down the day

I love the hours when the shadows get long Sunlight melts to mellow amber welcoming the satisfaction and jollity of a good day done. The...

I just want to know...

Are you more in love with your pain...than with me. That's how it seems. (artist unknown)

Summer Tour....

Swimming in reverie…. Crystalline warm breezes, performing from my whole soul….and roses…Huge, fat, velvet lipped and languid, drowsing,...

Mardi Gras memories - The Garconniere

Whispers of languid raindrops, patter across courtyard ferns, from a pre-dinner rain, mingling petrichor with night jasmine and roses…...

Bow of the Quixotic Grove

A cool Spring breeze cuts through the afternoon sunshine like a departing whisper of winter among the colorful market stalls, and touches...

Favorite Moments at Mullah's

Joining my voice with all of my friends and faire family to remember the man who brought us together and made memories that we hold dear...

The Smell of Season's Turn

The light is changing, bringing a lovely golden hue to dappled afternoons....bathing brisk breezes with a sense of festive expectation...

in theaters

In theaters across the world, this moment is the same, and I love it dearly, with all my heart. After the comforting dissonance and...

In Good Keeping

with a gentle heart in good keeping beauty arrives when boldest can show softness yet lose not strength nor character but find...

frayed

The ends of me are stretched too thin from reaching... I'm pale from wanting and weak from waiting too long.... dance shoes in hand , my...

it was rain...

There are moments I happen upon, little lovely surprises that at once, captivate me in the present experience as enchanting, and send me...

Missin that Down Home Groove

I miss the smell of those tall, thin Florida pines and cypress and scrub. The sun warmed brown scent of pine needles underfoot on those...

Comfort Food

That would be Southern comfort food. Food has always called to me as a fascination, a joy, an art, and a way to express love and a little...

Dreamscape

Dark marshland swallowed the moonlight, not leaving a trace of light in its depths, silouetted by a border of black twisted cypress and...

Ice Cream

She sat there, rage eating chocolate ice cream. Every bite she took hurt me to watch, and there was nothing I could do. It was emotional...

Petrus - Dancing in winter

One of the most surreal moments….. As a tiny, eager sophomore, at the National Academy of Arts, I was in love with dancing. In love with...

Gifts of Moments

There are gifts I've been given, without knowing, until I rediscover them. My world shifted tonight, in a magical way. Remembering...

as girls

As girls we’re told so often - it’s no big deal... did it really happen.... but he only... That we brush it off, bury it away.... forget...

little gifts

Giving the little gifts of praise and lifting you up Knowing you give me nothing back Is a hollow slicing ache With each offering But I...

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