One word becomes three. Misery loves company.
The jetty was my escape from fantasy. Allowing me to stand firmly between a rock and a hard place, my … More
A powerful pulse emitted deep from her dark soul A beacon felt intensely in his hurt heart They collided silently … More
Yearning gnaws along My backbone Seeking the succulent sins buried in my marrow
I fluctuate between sunset and moonrise My heat radiates into oblivion of notice and time Silver streams of uncontrolled release … More
The best part of acrylic painting – you have unlimited opportunities. If you don’t like what you’ve done, recreate on … More