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…
He whispers something or other as if magically my heart will open to things forgotten and with each word stirs memories better left in a pine box six feet under and wisdom is more or less a forgiveness of past sins I wrap myself in a silk kimono and slip back into his arms where …
Floating away on a cool breeze, starlight and fireflies captured in a jar Incense and the strum of a distant guitar makes me want to dance; in an open space where voyeurs spend their time in leisure suits and bow ties Mix and match is a fine line we cross from time to time without …
Trilby Yates 