I'm still not done with sunflowers as their dried and heavy heads find new ways to captivate ... CONTINUED

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

only now after years have fallen from the tree of life with decades spent apart does the ... 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