No one to judge me but myself. No one to please or rubric criteria to meet. Just me, the ducks, the trees, the water, and my camera. Click. Swoosh. Quack.
Violin Plays
She holds on tight to bow and strings, yet,it is her body, curving and rounding,on inner caverns that gives musicits beginnings: Soaked in...
Odds
Miracles happen: I believe this,breast bared and danglingdown through a table designedfor radiation treatment.The techs push and pull me into position,marks on my body...
