I Cannot Remember You...engulfed in liquid amnesiaI cannot fight the tide

Chainschains that hold me to the groundchains that keep me solidly boundchains that tether my heart to youchains that only one truth...

White IrisThe iris danced acrossthe ancient Grecian skiesgliding with her embossedsatiny milken sides ...

Little Maiden Encounters FearDeepest regions walked she therelittle maiden sweet and fairventured far from the pathnever a whispernever a laugh...

Brahma and AiravataLong ago in lands of golden sandBrahma turned to Saraswatiand gently kissed her inked hand....

Sleeping AtlantisSilent cool watersdancing upon her skin ~silent cool waterushering dreams within...

Git'er DoneThey beat their swords upon their shieldsTo no beast or man would they yield

Meadow's Waltz...the meadow had becomeher sanctuary of spiritoffering an escape from a painno child should ever endureforeboding clouds began...

The Decision...I wiped my hands on my pinaforenow sullied and stainednot crisp or pressedas it had been before...

The River SwishDeftly maneuvered through the dark green abyss ~The wooden raft seemed in tune with this ~Canorous rush of theriver swish....

Calico KittyMy calico kittywas painted and primedshe could prowlthe night away ~without spending a dime...

It is better to lose your pride with someone you love rather than to lose that someone you love with your useless pride.

Wherever I wander off to, when I draw, when I paint, I get my life back. I am lucky that I am an Artist.

The way you walk, talk, stand, and carry yourself sends messages to others that can attract or repel, encourage or discourage, and impress or depress.

For we know not what we should pray for.

He who sees cruelty and does nothing about it is himself cruel.

A real man would never cry in public unless he was watching a movie in which a heroic dog died to save its master.Or if Heidi klum unbuttoned her blouse. Or he accidently dropped a full case of beer.

I don't like that I'm my own commodity, that I am what I sell.

"Little magazines" are, for the most part, the mayflies of the literary world.

Sometimes you have to gag on fancy before you can appreciate plain.

Words," he said, "is oh such a twitch-tickling problem to me all my life.