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I am an Artist, Poet and Author. I am so much more than this: I feel like a tiny seed that sprouted in a desert, and now has grown into a Passion Vine. My Art is my Voice, Screaming, Crying, Praying, Loving, Laughing, Healing- all in Riotous Color…

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  • A Message to Myself

    A Message to Myself

    …from a year ago…  I have been crying again. here, there everywhere. Are these tears sure indicators of a heart? if indeed they are, is it a good one? A kind one? A redeemable one?  Who knows the answer, but my God. I used to think I knew who I was, I thought of myself…

  • Dead Tired

    Oh Joyful heart, where are you today? From so much light I now feel only pain. Where did my optimism run away to hide, Why now this dread that cannot be denied? She thought she had come away unscathed, from the turmoil, the abuse …and rage. But disease was just below the surface all along,…

  • The Silent Jubilee

    The Silent Jubilee

  • The Space Between

    is where I reside… …I love the Light, yet still I hide. In the dappled dark and bright, it’s not quite day, though not yet night. Must fight this comfort, Yes, fight this fear; Love in daylight beckons me near…

  • She’s Back Online

    SUSAN IS WRITING AGAIN! Yay!    I’ve had an excellent end to 2023, being the Special Guest of The RLSF when INSIGHTS VI headed down to Palm Beach Gardens in December. It was the greatest honor of my life! And meant ever so much more due to my Brother Eric, his wife Gail and my…

  • I Better Put Shades On

    The Future Looks BRIGHT!    Oh boy, I’m very excited. You know I go thru the highest of highs, then crash to the ground? Well, this time I’m doing something good for my future as a fine artist…I’ve been accepted to study classical art under a great Artist: Eduardo Salazar!! I am over the moon!…

  • FLASHBACK RODEO

    FLASHBACK RODEO

    Another Day at the Races ¡TRIGGER WARNING! This post deals with domestic violence, physical assault and ptsd flashbacks. Please use discretion! Ah, dear husband of mine. How you never leave me. I can remember your last punch like it was yesterday. Dear previous boyfriend; thanks so much for hitting me in the face so hard…

  • Dreaming in Reverse : I dream “backwards time”‘, when all was possible. Even easy. It just wanted me to turn towards the light, and fame would be mine. I knew myself so intimately, and was dead certain the world wanted me…longed for me and my art.

    Dreaming in Reverse : I dream “backwards time”‘, when all was possible. Even easy. It just wanted me to turn towards the light, and fame would be mine. I knew myself so intimately, and was dead certain the world wanted me…longed for me and my art.

       So to jump from that certainty to the current doubtful oldness was , indeed, shocking. How had this vast expanse been so neatly, so quickly and quietly traversed. I leapt straight from the beauty of youth into the straight-jacket of a coffin. Maybe the world still wanted Mick and Johnny; it would not want…