Feelings, unspoken threads, ghosts harbored inside storm’s edge. Seething inner altar waiting, explosive, fiery winds... Pensee Form
poem by Janet Vick
I don’t want diamonds, frills and mush nor exotic foods from the store. I’m country simple, like it more while playing with colors and brush. Old tires become bright painted art, wood stumps, faces cheery and ... Read more
Feelings, unspoken threads, ghosts harbored inside storm’s edge. Seething inner altar waiting, explosive, fiery winds... Pensee Form Read more