Woolven...first name, Linda. ENJOY HER WORK.
Anxiety/Summer Storm White caps of madness, as memory stirs the shadows of the deep water: the black wounded depths, roll, running from consciousness, into huge untreadable waves. And you are swallowed into the unbreathable strangle of the past, suffocating in memories so painful when they surface. Anxiety tries to dog paddle in the storm. Sinks, as your lungs fill with huge gulps of desperation— howls from the past— force breaths of fear, and crawls with indecision. You are stillborn on the waves, locked in the nakedness of your own fragility. Cold and shivering, alone, in the lightening, the thunder. MORE TO COME FROM MS. WOOLVEN IN THE SUMMER/FALL 2013 ISSUE. GET READY.