“…The sound of silence. Background noises no longer there… painful spaces of time… Other sounds eventually fill the empty space…” __ Other sounds do eventually fill the empty spaces that once filled a… Continue reading
I think that I shall never see A fig that fails to entice me.
“Day after day, day after day We stuck, nor breath nor motion As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.” The Rime of the Ancient Mariner Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Promiscuous PEARS pro-mis-cu-ous: adj. 1) Composed of persons or things confusedly mingled.
“I found I could say things with color and shapes that I couldn’t say any other way… things I had no words for.” Georgia O’Keefe