snake in the grass

          was it too late to reinvent to shed her skin and start again?                

spring cleaning

        she lays it on her bed runs her fingers over the delicate spring flowers fresh new sparkling green and gold in the warm sun   while driving to the Salvation Army she imagines autumn will be a better fit            


           (Mozart claims he does not know who chewed those leaves)        


                        “I believe that all those signs from your past and all those feelings and memories certainly come together, often subconsciously, and form some kind of a fragmented narrative. Often you’re telling your own story but you may not even know it.”  ~ Todd Hido   autumn has been a strange mix of…


  the light ..and me