The mystery was who am I?
His job was to find out.
He came to me in dreams.
In the first dream he wore a Sherlock Holmes costume. That was so I would know he was the top detective, the best detective in the world. He was dressed as a detective, but he was really my own inner [...]
…..or picking one up off the street, in this case.
I was walking home from the grocery store yesterday, thinking about my posting on Face Book a little while before. I had posted a notice saying that my blog talk radio show, Artists and Ascension, would be airing again that afternoon (we had been on a [...]
(watercolor by NW 2009)
Mariette and I share the same birthday
the first of December, eleven years apart.
One-one and an eleven
11:11, symbol of the Gateway.
Born before the war, Mariette was Jewish
one of the Hidden Children of the Holocaust.
I was born after the war, half-Jewish
conceived in revenge for the Holocaust.
She remembers surviving,
I had dreams of dying.
Her identity was [...]