Grandmother’s house was always dark. That’s what I recall anyway. The heavy drapes were always pulled shut which swathed the living room in darkness. The living room became an unmistakable cave when you… 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