A tremendous power is held in bond… She is a sleeping dragon guarding… Waiting for the right person to re… Waiting to transform into the womb… She is a woman with no name and no…
Losing her glasses on the ice, she… She floats around the central hub… The inner circle becomes her inner… She is in the eye of the storm whe… Meanwhile other skaters orbit arou…
SnakeWoman by Chris Warren Smith A woman by day. A snake by night. One brings you fright.
You are under the command of three… The voice in your head. The voice in your mouth. And the voice from your pen. Which voice is yours?
I build it with music. I freeze it with a photograph. I ease it with meditation. I tease it by floating on water. I beckon it by running my fingers…
A face like a porcelain doll. But it doesn’t smile So serious all the time I sometimes imagine her Showing me her teeth
I yearn for her but she can never… I fantasize about but she will nev… She makes feel alive when little e… I feel my heartbeat, my breath. This can go on forever as long as…
The world rewards greatness. But goodness is it’s own reward. We admire the great ones. But remember to get great one firs… We must not forget what it took to…
Don’t write to state your opinion. To simply be heard. Don’t write to respond or react. Write as if your life depended on… After all, these aren’t words on t…
I’m grateful to see the full moon… I’m not sure why. I suppose only a celestial body ca… So I cry. I howl at the moon with… When the moon comes out I don’t t…
She is the captain of the Ghost S… No sail on this boat. Her spirit moves it. The vessel is dark to conceal her. Because she has a beauty
The night sky is our lost mytholog… No longer do we look to the stars… No longer do we sit in awe of the… So behold the immensity of the sky… And recognize the infinite capacit…
Her beauty is fought over by King… But her attention goes to the begg… Her eyes focus near but her heart… The wind blows through her hair an… of the departed.
How lonely it can be to write. My bride is this white computer sc… Constantly staring at me. Always receptive. To write is to challenge solitude.
Eve bit the apple so she bears the… She hears it’s cries and its laugh… She feels the spirit of the Four… In one hand she cradles faith and… You can see the mystery of life in…
