"I once stood in a book store and opened a book of poetry by a woman I used to call friend. I opened her book to a poem about me. I saw I was in the poem because it began something like..."
Thank you for sharing word, paint, creativity and poetic sparks . These writings eco inside me and make me think. Looking at the watercolours I feel hope.
Deeply moving. Each piece resonated in a different way, but the nightgown… the buttons. So much in the wondering where they went. 🧡
Thank you for sharing word, paint, creativity and poetic sparks . These writings eco inside me and make me think. Looking at the watercolours I feel hope.
Thank you for this Chris.