Scars left by the teeth of the soul. A dove turns black. A crow turns white. Inversion. A serpent coils around a tree. No daylight left. I say I love you and I lift my eyes toward the moon. In the dark a rose contours the shape of my left thigh. Oh, you are here. I thought so.
My book, Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings, can be ordered here. @short-prose-fiction (Gabriela Marie Milton)
I am a Social Worker by day and an artist/writer by night. I use the written word in an attempt to make sense of the secret worlds and dysfunctional dynamics that lurk beneath the facades of our daily interactions. I am not sure how my writing styles are characterized, nor am I overly concerned about it. I am immensely enthusiastic about music and often connect better with songs than I do people. I also have an intense appreciation for quality wines and whiskies, frequently consuming them in excess. I like things that smell good and struggle to manage the symptoms of a life-long relationship with depression. So, why "grumpygorman"? Spend some time here and find out...
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