Railings, are everywhere is France. Everywhere. They adorn everything. Varied sizes, intricate to plain-janes, straight-lace to curvy. Made of iron they are made to last. I bet you could go to any part of France, Stand in one spot, pivot…

Saint Valentine’s Day Trust the many hands of love that come your way… The giving and receiving, the gentle and the strong. The hand that asks you to let go of it, the hand that is hard to hold… Many…

Shhhhhhhhhhhhh, tomorrow is Valentine…French kissing, chocolates, all things red, expectations, pink candy heart messages, love letters, red roses, sweet nothings…and on *ruby lips the words I love you. *19th century oil on canvas painting of an young man. His ruby…

On the top left hand corner of a destroyed painting that I have is the face of an *angel. (In the corners of my life sit angels… and some demons too.) Time has chipped away the rose-colored cheeks, though time…

Stillness. Quiet. Silent. Empty. Alone– pair of chairs. Similar-alike-symbolic. Two-of-a-kind. Side-by-side. Next-to-each-other. Twins–not exactly the same. Peas-in-a-pod. Pears. Apples and Oranges. Blue. Waiting. Empty seat. The two of us. you and me. inseparable. Matching pair. Faded. Used. Out of focus…

The carved slab of stone appears soft and delicate as silk fabric. I can almost see it move with a gentle breeze. Where was he going? Who took the time to care about such detail? To imagine perfection in this…