When I wasn’t me, I swam among the sharks and let them take a bite. I offered up myself, inviting teeth to pierce my flesh. Seeing sweetness in their many rows of teeth despite the blood-stains on their lips. And when they lacerated my skin again and again I conspired to make some teeth marks…… Continue reading Me
Tag: finding myself
found
I never knew who me was in terms other than mother, wife, worker and when it came to the crunch I was lost and alone drifting grasping at straws seeking for substance unsure of my place or my worth but step by step I found myself my passions my contentment making pictures with words and…… Continue reading found
Imposter
Sometimes I feel Like an arty farty fraud Looking wonderingly at The shapes of leaves The way the light hits The arch of a stem The emotions evoked by a flower The thrill of contrast of bee against pink petals All with this new photographer’s eye I don’t even know the right words for Art…… Continue reading Imposter
