The portrait I paint begins with gold colored hair. It glows and it flows and it mixes with earth. This is where sunshine shows what it’s worth. For there in-between the sun and the mud, we find life. It laughs and it loves as it lives there between. It grows and it goes and turns […]
January 9, 2012
Neakita is my mother’s name. It is the Choctaw Indian word for a type of wild rose. The flower the Choctaw word refers to has a simple blossom with five white petals and a gold center. The Neakita flower has a great and sad significance for the Choctaw. Legend says that anywhere a mother’s tear […]
Suddenly, there was a huge cacophonous sound. The event was actually unimaginably tiny, and there was probably nothing quite like sound yet, but FINALLY, after who knows how long, time itself was invented. And so it begins.
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February 7, 2012
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