"Ingmar Bergman would have loved her work, particularly after a few beers with Charles Bukowski." — Richard Goldstone, Writer/Producer On the Periphery The ants are dead on the windowsill... Fortune Teller She saw my past in my futureshe saw the tears in my laugh... Beautiful Things Dreams pass us bywe look blindly to the future... Shades of Gray Seed of lifeplot of death... Shadows & Silhouettes In a waking dreamnot all is as it seems... Woven Your friendship is fleetingyour words empty and spare... No kin o' mine Princess of turnsego that burns... Elegy of a Year Kissing a man New Year's Eveexploring the unfamiliar... Truth or Hair I once saw the truthit flashed before me... Box The little girlshe crawls into a small wooden box... Pale Blue Rose (after Ouida) The regrets, the cigarettesremind me... Perhaps (dedicated to #NeverAgain) Are we living a lie?Are we lying to live?... To love, to live, to lie To love, to live, to liein the midst of the truth... You + Me My heart is coldchilled by your disregard... All Tied Up They are tied uplike a snug gift... Nothing Less (for Zoë) The chosen onewith light all around you... BrOKeN DreAMs Broken dreams are so serenethere's nothing to do but wonder... Woman Without Words Your words are my poetrymy life is your self-directed film... I am. I am your delusionI am your illusion... Love ending. The light flickersthe sky hold it breath... I might like it HERE Sometimes I doconnect in a way... Goodbye Mother I saw the endbefore it began... Her House "Her house is a fortressa keep for all that frightens her... Empty "I hide in the darkI spy in the dark..."