Faces. (Original writing)

Faces populate our world--real and imagined visages from memory, from childhood, from our silent interior space. There is our own face, known to us perhaps less than we realize, the face we present for others to see, someone else imagining our story. Our face can be a face of horror or mask of love because of secrets only we know. These stories and poems are about the place where what is seen and what has been lived through are transformed. What we see in a stranger, a relative, a lover, or nature jars a hidden personal memory and causes recognition of a deep need to be heard. And the story follows. What may not have a voice of its own is given speech. What perhaps is murmuring inside a given a face.