The sweet nectar of nature's breath fills her lungs. The light mist of rainfall drifts from the skies as a dandelion seed glides through...

Writing is a stopping point, the putting down [in vibratory stone] a moment, a feeling, a reaction. What is it halting? We are all...

Realizing an emotion makes one stop. She craves to keep going but her physical body cannot support it. She wants to flow with someone...

Her mind’s going to explode and her body’s going to follow it in slow motion. Her physical energy slowly seeping into the Earth without a...

Dreadlocks remind her of trees..they start out fragile and flexible, and then grow to be solid and dense. Just as almost every other...

As the ocean relentlessly pounds the surf, eroding away minerals to a new life, you become life; breath; joy; remorse; guilt; pleasure....

A little bird flying in the sky, the pattering of raindrops on her soft feathers inaudible over the thunder noise. She needs to get home,...