Tag: The Red Bench

Buried In A Beach

Published October 15, 2015 by jackiecioffa

I didn’t start out like this. I was a goddess, a fearless warrior eager for the unchartered. I was happy at birth, an easy smiley…

Published June 12, 2015 by jackiecioffa

One Comment

Published May 28, 2015 by jackiecioffa

“As an artist do I need constant flux to create? How will I find words in the woods surrounded by trees and rotten cornfields?…

Published June 10, 2014 by jackiecioffa

I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord the dark squashes me in broad daylight And I’ve been waiting for this moment for…