The Kitchen Drawer, a short story

Dreaming of daisies and butterfly gardens, I find myself running thru mazes and tunnels, sure there are blue skies somewhere above ground… How do I get there -Is it safe to come out now? Deep in the cellar of abysmal memories, I remember a guy who pretended to love me. Remember the father who leftContinueContinue reading “The Kitchen Drawer, a short story”

Where I am in my Art?

“How I do struggle, with all the Angst pushing against the walls of me….”