Afghan Girl Ice blue eyes that look to the morning sky as I knit the pieces and remnants of my life. I have No books, no paper, no pencils, and no black boards. I look at the holes in my life as I see the hills of the Appalachians that echo. I think ...
Love me today, love me tomorrow, love me for eternity.
If I love one lover,...I have loved many more.
If I were a bean,... I wouldn't sulk all day long.
Where would we be without the success of our mothers?
It's not the error in the book, it's the thought that counts.
Carpe Diem By Edna Stewart Shakespeare, Robert Frost, Walt Whitman did it, why can't I? The words of Horace, his laconic phrase. Does it amuse me or frighten me? Does it rub salt in an old wound? Horace, Shakespeare, Robert Frost and Walt Whitman my ...
Thoughts thoughts. Are they not mine? I think, I write, I type. Thoughts. Are they wise? Let truth be told in words, compiled together, create a page, a book. Thoughts. Are they master piece? Is it a prize winner?...An Alfred Nobel? Thoughts. Are the...
Writing and art are my lovers
Hard work always pays off in the eyes of a God that never sleeps. . . . Who's always near and never far
Life is not sugar coated.
