August

How are you feeling right now? I’m beaming with joy. Had a wonderful month, so sharing some glimpses with you guys. I hope you all are doing well. My August was quite busy and I couldn’t read much of your work but I’m back on track now. Next month I’ll complete 5 years on WordPress […]

August

My Love

 The day draws painfully long, my love without you in it The night a torturous silence, my love when you are not in my bed A meal for two, my love is now a punch in my gut and I cannot eat a morsel thank you, my love let me thank you for a […]

My Love

I am…

I am a breeze, rustling through the Autumn leaves. Crisp clean air that revitalizes the land. I am a ray of sunshine, blanketing the Earth with my warmth. Providing the light for all life. I am the rain, washing the dust of the day away. Breathing new life into everything I touch. I am a […]

I am…

Midnight Nightingale

One enchanted evening I was inspired to make a performance Art Gown for the spellbinding Soprano, Charlotte Hoather. She embraces the concept that Art Gowns are hand sewn from off cuts, repurposed clothes, curtains, table cloths, etc. and NOS (new old stock). Charlotte lives in the U.K., and I wouldn’t be able to fit her. […]

Midnight Nightingale

Midnight Nightingale

One enchanted evening I was inspired to make a performance Art Gown for the spellbinding Soprano, Charlotte Hoather. She embraces the concept that Art Gowns are hand sewn from off cuts, repurposed clothes, curtains, table cloths, etc. and NOS (new old stock). Charlotte lives in the U.K., and I wouldn’t be able to fit her. […]

Midnight Nightingale

An abundance of caution

Alarmed voiceWeighing words;possible soundsAlphabets birthing lettersa long history of history.The need to talk, explainbut the weight of experience lingersmaking it difficultto talk,to connecteven to live. Kajal, An Abundance of Caution. © 2023 mermaidspen

An abundance of caution

Hospice Wings

He sees emerald rolling hillsand brilliant blue skiesthat stretch forever. He sees a train rolling by,the passengers wave,cars float in the clouds,a wire suspended between lips,a lady painted on the door, but he listens,he understands, his appetite takes in small bites,slow swallowing,juice flows fluidly througha flexible straw, yesterday, cranberry flavorsmade him smile. Today, he winced […]

Hospice Wings