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?
A map has four directions. The native Americans worshiped th… A standard compass uses the Earth… A moral compass also uses two dire… When I am grounded my compass poi…
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.
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…
On Monday she is a teacher. On Tuesday she is the director of… On Wednesday, a mother. On Thursday, a seamstress. On Friday, a Writer.
SnakeWoman by Chris Warren Smith A woman by day. A snake by night. One brings you fright.
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…
The ocean calls. Pele summons. The island beckons. Sun, sea and surf Over land, roads and turf.
Your roots are strong yet you are a bud dangling lifelessly. Its cloudy and you feel down. Plant’s seeds get spread
Candle drifting. The Bhudda’s face glowing. She kisses me. A rush of relief. The wait is over.
Everyday you look for someone out… You look for something out there. When you are lonely you look for a… When you are scared you search for… When you are sad you seek sympathy…
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 Woman in Black She is the woman in black A virtuoso with a poker face. Her instrument is the violin. It has a high level of emotion.
She looks into the mirror as she puts on her war paint. One finger at a time. A different color for each emotion… She is a warrior. A spiritual sol…
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.