It is a miserable thing howI cannot seem to fall in lovewith myself. Selfish it may soundcoming from my own clumsy tongue,but that is where romance starts,isn't it? Inside ones own soul?Rippling out from bones to everypiece of skin one... Continue Reading →
"I have often wondered why Red is the color of love, and of the heart. Until I realized that red is also the color of blood, pain, fire, and all that is dangerous and sacred. Thus Red is both beautiful... Continue Reading →
..all kinds of images swim like tropical fish in the bathysphere inside my skull ... We are only atoms trailing the carved skull wrapped inside a sunbeam.
I have been feeling very clearheaded lately and what I want to write about today is the sea. It contains so many colors. Silver at dawn, green at noon, dark blue in the evening. Sometimes it looks almost red. Or... Continue Reading →
We are like islands in the sea, separate on the surface but connected in the deep. William James
“Red", I write is the color of life. It's blood, passion, rage. It's menstrual flow and after birth. Beginnings and violent end. Red is the color of love. Beating hearts and hungry lips. Roses, Valentines, cherries. Red is the color... Continue Reading →
A slash of blueA sweep of graySome scarlet patches on the way,Compose an evening skyA little purple slipped between Some ruby trousers hurried onA wave of gold A bank of day This just makes out the morning sky.by Emily Dickinson
Appear weak when you are strong, and strong when you are weak.Sun Tzu, The Art of War
Scents of Science 