I was born in a hearse,
I carry my curse,
from midnight to midnight,
searching by lamplight,
for someone to find me,
a hand that can guide me,
through the streets that hide me,
from midnight to midnight.
fine art prints
Welcome
I started this blog after moving to northern New Mexico from coastal North Carolina. Feeling the loss of my creative community, I started posting works in progress as a way to push myself forward and connect with other writers and painters.
For the first eight months or so I offered original narrative images as weekly image prompt for writers. The Storybook Collaborative pages document the collaborations.
Sadly - for I have enjoyed the adventure, and meeting so many interesting, creative souls - keeping the blog has has taken a back seat to sleep, family, work obligations and the birth of our Mountain daughters. I'd like to get back to it and still hope to one day. Until such time I am delighted by your visit and hope you will leave a comment and come back for more.
mine enemy grows older 
and your name is Nasfuratu…?
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I found ann rice books on tape at the salvation army store. Not my cup of tea but I guess it brought this little nightmare forward.
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