Why is it that sometimes our most favorite memories are those that seem often to be shrouded in…
just messing around dreams in graphite on paper just sketching horses begins white on black dreaming colors not…
out of the dark and into the light we crave the colors  from within the night ~Mark Schutter…
There are demons inside who seek our demise.   Our thoughts… Our fears… Our doubts…   While the evil lurks…
Title page, ð—£ð—®ð—¿ð˜ 🮠– ð—˜ð—ºð—¯ð—¿ð—®ð—°ð—¶ð—»ð—´ ð˜ð—µð—² ð—£ð—¿ð—²ð˜€ð—²ð—»ð˜ from my upcoming #memoir ‘ð¶ð‘œð‘¤ð‘ð‘œð‘¦ð‘ ð´ð‘Ÿð‘’ ð‘ð‘œð‘¡ ð‘†ð‘¢ð‘ð‘ð‘œð‘ ð‘’ð‘‘ ð‘¡ð‘œ ð¶ð‘Ÿð‘¦.’…
Reworked stanza from the Edgar Allen Poe poem ‘El Dorado’ Mark Schutter ©2016 Transparency A moment of vulnerability…
