Month: November 2021

  A sea of colors yet all they can see is red.  Red, but not like a freshly picked apple.  Red, but not like the intricacies of a rose.  Red, but not like the shimmer of a ruby.    Rather, red like shame.  Red, like embarrassment.  Blood.    As if they don’t have it coursing … Read more

Roses have thorns. Thorns have roses. The roses do not erase the thorns. But the thorns do not erase the roses. They coexist, intertwine, share time and space in the same garden. Woven together, intricate, true, full, real. The roses are gentle, silky, fragrant, elegant. The thorns are sharp, off-putting, uninviting, painful. And yet, they … Read more