Psycho Ceutical Phases

OBrain rolls on radio waves speaking into silent space. Harbingers of darkness long forgotten in capsules laced With super-sonic powers sent from some elaborate office Space. And lost time I once remembered  Original Art by Steven White Cayce, South Carolina

Blinded to the Light

Once my son said to his daughter “Grandma is a little crazy but you can trust her.” Although she was just three years old, hearing him say that in my hearing meant that I had come a long way. My best friend of over forty years once told me that when I came to her…

A Strange Gift

pin.it/w4a5xiexgrhhcu What you like one day is a whimsical fleeting fantasy of mind, often coming from the pure joy an image brings. It creates a story perhaps or a poem. How happy to find over months-even years-this small Joy trickles alone bringing inspiration or dreams or happiness to dozens of others. I wish I knew…

Too Dark a Light

Words unexpressed like millions of seeds lost to the wind teem in my mind. Whirling against the portal of a black hole, it’s gravity overcoming all resistance. Images in Blazing Colors like flashbacks seer seams of striating lost hope on the blank canvas. Picking up the brush from it’s jar would take the strength of…

Night Shift.

Night Shift. https://lemanshots.wordpress.com/2016/10/16/night-shift/ — Read on lemanshots.wordpress.com/2016/10/16/night-shift/ Lemanshots is one of my favorite sites. Her photography is edgy, fresh and amazing! Being the daughter of a professional photographer of the day when I was in the darkroom with him, these are a marvel of art to my senses! What my dad did with chemicals and…