There’s a light at the end of the tunnel Enclosed by a dead end. Do you turn back or remain? … More
A garden falling from the heavens Dust in the clouds. Particles in earthen tones floating in the air. Starlights like … More
“We’ve become black and white memories of the colourful dream we once were.” R. A. Douglas March 27,2017.
On a quarterly management meeting trip in October 2016 – my first time flying after 16 years – I took … More
A sprinkle of fairy dust, Or some atypical nother realm aura Spiralling focus, in and out of conscience, I can’t … More
Master crafted, Painted to perfection, The artist’s pride, the craftman’s delight Petite porcelain dolls With hearts of glass and all … More
Blood ran, deep plum wine Seeping through slender slits On a thin violet wrists Oozing from blue- green veins, The … More