Whimsical Walla

There’s a point when generosity becomes self harm when kindness cuts inwardly bleeding us silently. Where once upon a time I lived all...

It’s taken me this long to notice how spring begins to fill herself in like fall in reverse. Splotchy brown leaves mix together with...

I have always been drawn to the in-betweens to the loose precision of brushstrokes those swift splashes containing a mix of motion and...

I'm not ready for the rousing exuberance of spring I’m still craving fistfuls of darkness and flavors of silence I’m wanting to winter...

I heard a heavy swoosh from above and watched as a barred owl flapped its pterodactyl wings with intimidating grace and low-lying speed....

I was in motion before I even began created from and by a compilation and accumulation of intersecting moments of connection that birthed...

There’s a quiet velvety hush this time of year when nights speak in deepening, darkening shades of silence and my body instinctively...

I remember the smell of sunlight upon my mother’s alabaster arms that distinct scent which lingered behind long after she died that scent...

His shoulders pressed up against the unwieldy weight of uncertainty as he walked towards her with a longing to savor and be savored. She...

Back then, she hungered for the absence of worry and the promise of unbreakable ease. She lay there drifting upon a float like an...