My words are a direct reflection of what is being played out in my mind. For artistic purpose and dramatic effect I have duct-tapped the "edit" button…
Time changes yet daylight's dance Always begins in the east regardlessAnd love doesn't always progress The way one daydreams Rosary beads held tenderly in hands That question the power of prayerMeditating on the mantra That hope...actually does floatWe watch the world imploding in real timePandemic living is the new norm Cowardice has a grand life …
"I hear the world as it's meant to be; I hear the clouds moving in the sky..." ShetlandNon-fiction; documentary of slit writs and heart stringsA memoir; vignettes Kodachrome momentsBlack and white sepia time stamped flip book Auto-biography - intrigue to feed the lost curiosity of a bored soulLife has taken me to the oceans Flying …
There are few places I can go a few places that don't throw me off track circle back and start again - Waking up to a new day surviving another day a fresh start - Short term memory lapse starting all over again all over again Rat in a golden cage spinning spokes jagged edges …
Trilby Yates 