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”
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Where I am in my Art?
“How I do struggle, with all the Angst pushing against the walls of me….”
A Lifetime, How Long is It?
…I don’t think I could stop me…
Out of the Gutter Art 