My save haven.
Ravens and Doves are welcome.
The poetry & prose say it all. My own personal renaissance.
A time of development.
An enlightenment of age.
I’ve found you!
Wandering about my soul
The sound of you, oh the sweet sound of you
a body that fits the mold
The infectious laugh, the warmth down south
the way they seem to stare at your mouth
Rest with me, oh please
And never trust the fickle breeze
For where the wind blows,
it carries the disease
A picture in 365 slices. Each slice is one day of the year.
Lead pencil on card, 2011.
By Denise Nestor
Soon I’ll be out of the water, and ready to b- r e (a) t} h -e ;