If life isn't linear Then we've already loved Believing time wasted away Waiting for what's already been If love isn't chronological Surely there are no regrets Deja vu confirms What's come and gone Past is prologue to future's past Reality is never knowing you Even as my spirit calls you home Though we've only sharedContinue reading "Poem: No Straight Lines"
Quote: “Parted from me yet never parted.”
Reality is never knowing you Even as my spirit calls you home Though we've only ever shared shy fleeting touches, my body Flushes with memory of joys Yet to come. How can there be certainty of a future while languishing on a broken path?
Inferior Humans
Mountain Landscape Composites
Below are some composites from my time in Arizona. I've been mining my cache for possible prints and NFTs to offer for purchase. Are there any you can see on your wall?
Is Who You Think You Are Your True Self?
Is who you think you are your true self? Some thoughts on the way a new co-worker is representing herself.
Things to consider:
✴️Point of origin is not final destination.
✴️Our expectations are what we look to fulfill. Reduce disappointments by changing/eliminating your expectations.
Third Trimester: Stretching for Home
Nearly twenty years ago, Ms. Charlene spread her wings in preparation of exploring freedom - life after work, life after divorce and a technical empty nest, life as a full-time grandma, and life as a pensioned retiree in the Valley of the Sun. I met her when joy came easy, and laughter was free flowing. That’s how I know her. This is how she is remembered.
Exploring Love, Compassion & Character w/Cory, Ketanji, Chris, Jada, Will
Exploring love, compassion and character with Cory, Ketanji, Chris, Jada, and Will
First NFT Listed on OpenSea
IAW: Author Chat w/Abena Amoah
A conversation with I AM WOMAN contributor, Abena Amoah. "I'm not telling you that you have to tell your story. I'm telling you that you can." ~ Abena Amoah
Poem: Superpower
by LaShawnda Jones He thinks his superpoweris his handsomeness Beautiful though he is,his gentleness was my kryptoniteUntil his cavalier dismissivenessleft callouses on my heart He was a super manwhen his strength representedshelter for my vulnerabilityI would’ve given anything to explorethe known and unknown universe in his armsHolding him as he held meI would have sacrificedmyContinue reading "Poem: Superpower"
Harvest Life 