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The Power of a White Shirt

Long ago I worked for the Fashion Institute of Design and Merchandising – FIDM – in Los Angeles. I loved the job but I was very young and had many more paths the travel. It was there that I fell in love with white dress shirts. I loved to wear them – all kinds from silks to linens and I loved to see men in them. I had an “ex” actually question why I wore white so much. “You’re not exactly pure, you know.”  LOL. The irony. Any impurities I had at that time, I pretty much learned from him!

I Am A Believer

Believer by Debbi Dylan Lynn

“I’m a believer in the power of knowledge and the ferocity of beauty, so from my point of view, your life is already artful—waiting, just waiting, for you to make it art.”

Toni Morrison – Feb 18, 1931 –  Aug 5, 2019

Memory Keeper

Some tales cannot be told when someone goes away. There is nothing left to say. Without an ending the beginning becomes blurry and tentative. All that can be known is her sadness. She left when the world was dimming and the moonlight was flickering like and old bulb about to burst. Heads tilted right and starred at images they thought they knew. It’s not that no one cared, but energy and fear is a drain on the spirit.

Uriah closed her book and filled an old tapestry bag with the least of her clothes. From the bedside table she took a small surprisingly round black rock. The rock had been given to her by an old dear friend, now long gone into the deep gray winds. The little rock was the only thing she cared about or needed.  As she cradled the rock she felt its power. She held tight knowing it was the memory keeper.

Five Minutes To Midnight

Kelly was named after his great grandfather. It sounds like a girls name to him but he doesn’t mind. He loves women—most of them he’s ever met—even feeling a quieter sense of himself when around them. Kelly is fearful of the days coming, but he can’t quite put his finger on the source. He knows a darkness yet desires a peaceful life and someday, perhaps a family. Somewhere there is a desire to look beyond his hard fought achievements. Time is escaping. It is five minutes until midnight.

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Buy from gallery:  Feminine Mystique Art Gallery