she paused by the garden gate framed in sunflowers. morning light kissed her face, flaming her ... CONTINUED

the morning sun breaks above the trees. she stands ankle deep in a stagnant pond, her bare ... CONTINUED

a sea of wild flowers at the edge of my lawn sway in a late afternoon breeze. overhead, cotton ... CONTINUED

behind "voice" is a raging fire to shout into the abyss dredged up from the dumpster of ... CONTINUED

her nightgown still hangs on the back of the closet door, bone white lace with traces of her ... CONTINUED

The studio's windows are shuttered against the light. Cobwebs hang like drapes from the room's ... CONTINUED

warm lavender oil drips from trembling hands and softly lands on her slender back. each ... CONTINUED