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Some people look and see blonde… The cameras eye saw Norma Jean… Hollywood saw green.

I lost my Dad long before memories like these were possible...

This was written following the Columbine tragedy. Sadly, the same headlines still apply, today!

He keeps me in flowers. The likes of which I’m accustomed to, of orchids and calla lilies. Their beauty poetically reminds him of me&..

...being born under the sign of "cancer", I've been told that I bruise too easily

Three days of rain and the willow bends its branches low, like the pendulum sway of a grandfather clock… like the guileless accordio..

upswept copper hair was pulled high, secured by the elasticity of a double knotted scrunchie tendrils, soft cajoled the opening of a cott..

...for Anna Nicole

...dedicated in loving memory to my sister

Profile of an October SkyA dense fog crochetsa blanket of dawn.Seagulls, in a symmetrical formationyield adept navigationas a stoic giant prod..