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…
It was one of those summer teenager nights lost in the abyss of "can't recall." What happened? Where am I? Who am I? And whyam I waking up on the beach wrapped in a blanket in my bathingsuit (thankful I wasn't naked)? The sun is rising. Seagulls are flying low enough for an early morning …
Engulfed in images and memories;times we shared - and there were so manyYears of our hit and miss love affair; joy, tears, love and passion - confusion...And I did love you - maybe I still do on some empirical planeSummer lovers east coast sand and sea,with streets of Paris as a backdrop;always lingering hovering above …
The sound of footsteps shuffle by slow drag on the left side some memories linger like a full kiss soft lips boy sitting under a full moon church yard by the lake Parisian night smell of canvas and oils - chalk images outline nude figures hands of romance radiant eyes your touch was all I …
Clear Parisian sky a sweet night to live and die without purpose or validation of intent but a twist of fate walking down the Champs Elysees and in my heart there is a love song and bright city lights and what is that I heard you say not in a soft whisper but accusatory verbiage …
Trilby Yates 