...the heart breaks in so many different ways that when it heals, it will have fault lines ...

...everything is gone except traces of you inside me - and the years like the wind are sweeping those away ...

...you can have a dark heart and be a writer, but you can't have a black one..

...dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field...

the abyss you stare into and that stares back at you is your reflection in the mirror - we all have it - that shadow self - that dark heart...

...the making of stories is only one part of my craft -mainly, I'm a heart whisperer...