In the warm noon breeze, she sits. Cassava leaves swaying gently, Memories dancing in her vision, As her sights are set, The kaleidoscope of memories... Was it not the week before? The week before in his Sunday best, Before her he stood... Just like all the times before, She smiled, blushed and giggled. It was… Continue reading The Sunny Side Up To My Flower Child
I have always loved the big screen. TV time even as a little girl was special for me so much so that it consumed me and I would often leave my chores unattended. With time my tv preference narrowed from "everything on TV" to a few things. I like the occasional crime series, reality tv and… Continue reading Armchair Directing, from a Distance.