Wicked Jinn

My lids are heavy.  My brain churns thoughts.  I run for home, spooning with dog.  Exhaustion.  I am aggressive and stalwart.  

The Soft Bloom Of A Dying Pinwheel

Wind comes, leaving half torn remnants of color, a pinwheel once moved by breath.

Anesthetize

I wonder who you are anymore as your voice echoes dismissive screams disguised as suggestions.

The Bah Humbug Weapon

Musing on Christmas worshippers' self-absorption, urging them to consider non-worshippers’ perspectives and respect their choices.

Girl With a Gun Series # 121

Photography serves as an emotional language, allowing intuitive connection and interpretation without explicit planning or audience.

The Cult Of Consciousness

In a chilling journey through manipulation disguised as spiritual healing, a predator cloaked in kindness appears. This isn’t just a cautionary tale; it's a rallying cry against the wolves of New Age deception. Protect your light fiercely.