12/1/13
It is early on in the day and thoughts already begin to spill over, as I wrap myself in the satiric novel of life.  Unexpected alliances today, as a blackbird perched on my windowsill lays claims to my secrets, hiding my pretend, he only scratches the surface of who I am. Seduced by saturated sumptuousness, ribbons of cold current wind their way around my body as I slip from covers, in a siren like sea of fantasy. My pseudonym fending off inquiry, landscape littered with people who think they know me, but alas, she appears to have no past. Settling into relative quietness, antique wall clock ticks off seconds, as organization of words meet sentences and I cross over into that blogger's habitat.