Why'd that damned Vincent have to go and cut his ear off,
and raise the barre of brilliant suffering for all the rest
Van Gogh's Ear
If you sleepwalk through life, you might just miss it.
The first day of mourning came in early November.
And blood need only signify womanhood.
Live in the never-ending wonder & wander there never-ending.
Are You Dreaming
As compelling as the smudging of white sage.
A Morning Cup
She was not allowed to hurt
Would you like to buy a copy of my book?
A Rose Knows
Art & Me
Angela Carole Brown : SPOKEN WORD : writer/vocalist/artist