Mindspace

Feed my mind with bits and pieces Of history, music, reason, rhyme… Snapshots, shreds of leather leashes, Memories stuck to sticky twine. With my head in books and niches, Marianne’s braid around my head, I play with words and pretty … Continue reading →

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Hexicon

The medium is my metaphor. I watch – as soundless feelings and boundless thoughts transform themselves into symphonies of word. A catharsis – crafted by my fingers into exquisitely filigreed sculptures. My tongue rattles threateningly in my head, devoid of … Continue reading →

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