About Me
If I could come back to life as an animal, I would be a
dog, beloved of my menfolk. Spoiled rotten!
If I could come back to life as a plant, I would be a
a honeysuckle, tendrils curling about the trellis, climbing until I reach your open window.
If I could have lunch with any historical or current person, it would be
my parents, whom I miss, and whose thoughts I can only imagine.
I could best describe my personality as
present whenever possible.
Favorite Music Genre
the many kinds of folk - music from the human heart in many tongues.
Favorite Movie Genre
romantic comedy, Shakespeare, history, sci fi, some action flicks
Favorite Book Genre
history, historical fiction, children's adventure tales, fairy tales, good whodunits, novels from other cultures, fantasy
Favorite Artist
Kandinsky, Klee, Monet, Matisse, Rodin
Favorite Book
Swallows and Amazons,
Favorite Movie
As You Like It, Sense and Sensibility, Four Weddings and a Funeral
My two top VIA Character strengths are
Capacity to love and be loved
Curiosity and interest in the world
Favorite Charity
| Board Name | Title | MYKU | Date Written |
| acronyms | eveining comes softly | Evening comes softly, the sky melts into lavender; violet and pomegranate clouds cross the horizon. The sun's amber aurora descends its meridian leaving only the cool breath of twilight stirring. |
7/4/2010 |
| Holocaust | RE: American Beauty | Blame the ill and uninsured- were you but good enough, you would not be poor; Death sweeps away such rubble. |
7/3/2010 |
| The Poets Journey | RE: introspection | close your eyes softly, poet. sink deep into your blue-green waters ringed in white stone, iluminated from within. |
7/3/2010 |
| Splayed | RE: splayed | Still hand splayed on the table displays patterns of ridged forms, constant syntax of ancestry gifted in consecrated covenant. |
7/3/2010 |
| Sleepy Eyes | Once They Danced | Once they danced to the conga's sultry samba, thighs drenched in honeyed velvet ambrosia; passion's harmonic vibrations thrummed the air, each touch of skin burnt pinnacles of ecstasy. |
7/1/2010 |
| Rewritten Lives | RE: Afterburn | Her reflection mirrors hidden scars, dark eyes sunk in charcoal shadows smudged across her countenance. On sunny days, she pretends her face is fair; burnt blemishes are simply beauty marks. |
7/1/2010 |
| Rewritten Lives | RE: Works in progress... | A specter of myself rises to haunt me, messenger from she whom I once was; she does not know what I have learned, does not believe that she failed to survive. |
6/30/2010 |
| Board Name | By | Title | MYKU | Date Added |
| weather or not | twin_boys2 | RE: RE: For seasons four | Smoke escaped his lips as a signal in the frigid air the house encircled by icicle tips snowy footprints pressed upon the stairs. |
2/2/2010 |
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