within the dark of the night
secrets kept will never see the light
a silent inferno held within rages all around
endless screaming thoughts make not a sound
Maleko ©2013
Maleko ©2013
Some beginning pencil sketches for new drawings or paintings I have in mind this coming year. I am…
We are just about to the end of my memoir, my exercise in revisiting each chapter and sharing…
Our own places, where we sit side by side. A table and a desk, and yet two chairs…
That is often where the whispered answers are found. #JustBelieve
Carousel horses go up and down. Carousel horses are lost, never to be found. Carousel horses go round…