Elena: The Garden of Apathy - Weeds - a story of complacency
She was immediately terrified of the new boundary, the one she could see in the distance, that place where the waters fell off the earth into only God knew what.
I selected a cover for my upcoming novel - Angel
There was an art piece in the collection, one that was made entirely out of bright red paintbrushes. I found it extremely inspiring.
Between my ever-morphing translation surface and that field of red paintbrushes, there is a bridge of commonality and understanding: we see each other.
The World is Surface
“The world is surface, a shimmery veil of illusion…”
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Samantha: Love Always Is - a poem about abiding
My spirit is heavy with the time I squandered driving in first gear,
one light shining dimly to dispel the darkness,
all the way holding on to the promise my ancestors cherished
that love always is.