Imagine

One Of These

“Maude: What flower would you like to be? Harold: I don’t know…one of these maybe. Maude: Why do you say that? Harold: Because they’re all alike. Maude: Oh, but they’re not. Look. See…some are smaller, some are fatter, some grow to the left, some to the right, some have even lost some petals…all kinds of observable differences. You see, Harold, I feel that much…

Tandem

I can still feel you swimming beside me.

Cherry Pop

Windows In The Mud

Mother

Pink Daydreams

Pink daydreams Laughter like birdsong Petals in your hair