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... where images danced before me like nymphs in a Bacchus feast

Summers and choices

... like warrior angels announcing the entrance of their Creator

When self-portraits don't smile back

"You are the summertime of my womb, the sunshine in my life"

“She stands up in the garden where she has been working and looks into the distance.”

"... like a strumpet in disguise..."

"... the night is still a gift of life..."

Your heart, the seed of pride, beats fast within your chest while your mind festers darkly ..

I used to walk along the beach at night under the swelling moon and naked stars, little feet sharing sand with the crabs I beleaguered in my attem..