I closed my eyes to watch tiny dancers like jeweled birds cross the dark screen of my eyelids.
Janet FitchBeauty was empty as a gourd, vain as a parakeet. But it had power. It smelled of musk and oranges and made you close your eyes in a prayer.
Janet FitchOnce you get below the floor of our personal identities, we're all connected. Perhaps that's why we can move into others' lives.
Janet Fitch