Author & Artist
Falling in love can feel very much like a tornado, don’t you agree? *** Swirling, whirling Round and round. Spinning, howling Violent frenzy. Havoc–untold–wreaked Breathless, mindless Tangled, twisted. Pulled into a vortex Drowned in passion Lost, gloriously In the tornado named you.
This is a poem in a finished manuscript of mine which I intend to self-publish next year (I hope!). Here’s the blurb of that book, tentatively titled Chroma Hearts: A new bride suffering from catatonic depression. A loving and purposeful husband willing to sacrifice everything to break through the desolation and darkness of the black … Read more
This is my winning entry for Bookbed Fictory, Bookbed.org’s very first fic fest. Black Love, with 6,634 words, won first place. Prompt: Your (significant other) is rumored to be an engkanto. *** The brilliant red, odd-looking shape was what my eyes caught first. With each movement, it stretched out gracefully, much like a yawning mouth. … Read more