They Served...reliving memoriesthat will not diegiving their allfor you and I -friends takenlives shaken...

Chainschains that hold me to the groundchains that keep me solidly boundchains that tether my heart to youchains that only one truth...

White IrisThe iris danced acrossthe ancient Grecian skiesgliding with her embossedsatiny milken sides ...

Little Maiden Encounters FearDeepest regions walked she therelittle maiden sweet and fairventured far from the pathnever a whispernever a laugh...

Brahma and AiravataLong ago in lands of golden sandBrahma turned to Saraswatiand gently kissed her inked hand....

Sleeping AtlantisSilent cool watersdancing upon her skin ~silent cool waterushering dreams within...

Git'er DoneThey beat their swords upon their shieldsTo no beast or man would they yield

Meadow's Waltz...the meadow had becomeher sanctuary of spiritoffering an escape from a painno child should ever endureforeboding clouds began...

The Decision...I wiped my hands on my pinaforenow sullied and stainednot crisp or pressedas it had been before...

The River SwishDeftly maneuvered through the dark green abyss ~The wooden raft seemed in tune with this ~Canorous rush of theriver swish....

Calico KittyMy calico kittywas painted and primedshe could prowlthe night away ~without spending a dime...

The decide word is so powerful. It's amazing what you can do once you decide to do it.

I long for some connection, to the real and those who love them, and hope that my fiction can reach beyond the veil, that I might touch someone and make them feel something…or something.

Grief ends up giving you the two best things: softness and illumination.

I guess I probably make violent films partly because I can't express my anger in my real life very well.

There is a bit of acting involved when you get in front of a camera for a video. Even when you perform onstage, you're putting on a show.

Come! Poor little heart! Be cheery and brave. We'll be a great deal to one another, if we are thrown off and left desolate.

If money is a form of speech, as the Supreme Court has regrettably found, rich donors will always be the loudest speakers.

The summer that I was ten - Can it be there was only one summer that I was ten? It must have been a long one then.

There is no place for selfishness-and no place for fear! Do not be afraid, then, when love makes demands. Do not be afraid when love requires sacrifice

I'm just trying to keep my mind and my body active. The tough part about it is that physically I'm sort of limited.