“. . . filled with an elegance more chimerical than ostentatious.” — Gina Marinello-Sweeney Beauty Copy Share Image
“ Whispers of amethyst meadows Where a phoenix once cried. ” — Gina Marinello-Sweeney Amethyst Copy Share Image
“He tasted Truth, a truth that he could not put into words.” — Gina Marinello-Sweeney Language Copy Share Image
“Once again, she speaks in another language when things get awkward.” — Gina Marinello-Sweeney Copy Share Image
“But I was caught in an hourglass of colliding dreams.” — Gina Marinello-Sweeney Dreams Copy Share Image
“Or, maybe what really mattered was that game of Crazy 8s.” — Gina Marinello-Sweeney Football Copy Share Image
“It is the littlest of flowers that fly the farthest . . . That have the courage to fly the farthest.” — Gina Marinello-Sweeney Courage Copy Share Image
“No, thank you,” he flashed that grin of his. “I’ve been wondering what the lair of a poetry-inclined psychologist looks like.” — Gina Marinello-Sweeney Poetry Copy Share Image
“As cliché as that sounded. As cliché as truth can sound. As real as truth can be.” — Gina Marinello-Sweeney Real truth Copy Share Image
“She nodded, golden curls beaming in their flight, as she continued her drawing, absolutely absorbed.” — Gina Marinello-Sweeney Copy Share Image
“Many a year I told her tales. And then the time came for me to watch. And watch I have.” — Gina Marinello-Sweeney Lighthouse Copy Share Image
“And yet the great blue sky was above me and my eyes thirsted for its words.” — Gina Marinello-Sweeney Blue sky Copy Share Image
“No, he was silver and amber, starlings and deep, deep purple skies of the night.” — Gina Marinello-Sweeney Copy Share Image
“A butterfly shimmered in its flight, a buttercup that had learned to reach the heavens.” — Gina Marinello-Sweeney Butterflies Copy Share Image
“They are each a maze,” he said thoughtfully. “Each of them—both the rose and the shell—go around and around in their own… — Gina Marinello-Sweeney Maze Copy Share Image
“A few days earlier, Adriana and I had been browsing books at the local library. I happened to turn around and look… — Gina Marinello-Sweeney Books Copy Share Image
“And so, they sat next to a birch tree, watching the butterflies spin around them. Linetta leaned back, her dark hair falling… — Gina Marinello-Sweeney Butterflies Copy Share Image
“She dreamt in shades of amethyst, drinking the deep purple elixir in ballads of wood nymphs, tiptoeing by elves that hid in… — Gina Marinello-Sweeney Amethyst Copy Share Image
“Delicate footprints circled around and around in a softly traced maze. I breathed in the scent of the deep crimson rose petals… — Gina Marinello-Sweeney Flowers Copy Share Image
“Have you ever felt like you were caught in a maze in which nothing made sense? In which you saw Superman and… — Gina Marinello-Sweeney Comic Copy Share Image
“He’s convinced that you’re a psycho,” I explained, as I reached the bench. “He has the list narrowed down to either a… — Gina Marinello-Sweeney Copy Share Image
“The last time I checked, I wasn’t the one who tripped over a glass container of sugar that I had myself dropped...after,… — Gina Marinello-Sweeney Copy Share Image
“And, as I had gazed at my surroundings, at the muted, yet triumphant, colors splashed in joyful serenity over the immaculate stone… — Gina Marinello-Sweeney Prayer Copy Share Image
“Ethereal mist lingered across the hushed landscape, shrouding a round moon, gossamer swans dancing across a lake of pearl. Yet, while it… — Gina Marinello-Sweeney Color Copy Share Image
“A poem must be authentic. It could be flowery, it could have the most brilliant metaphor, it could be bursting with onomatopoeia… — Gina Marinello-Sweeney Authentic Copy Share Image
“Despite its many layers, I THIRST is a simple tale. I have truly been honored by the positive feedback for my little… — Gina Marinello-Sweeney Book Copy Share Image
“I sat down, turning the pages of my notebook in search of a blank page, in the dim light of my room.… — Gina Marinello-Sweeney Blank page Copy Share Image
“Yes, I advise wearing the silver gown that he sent,” he said plainly. “When one sends a gift, it is usually polite… — Gina Marinello-Sweeney Eccentric Copy Share Image
“The soft voice of a piccolo glided through the airy expanse of a small, brightly furnished room. A tall painter, dark locks… — Gina Marinello-Sweeney Art Copy Share Image
“He spun her world in silver-blue Catching in the light the faintest hues A maiden from a castle tall Its towers spun… — Gina Marinello-Sweeney Camelot Copy Share Image
“Inspiration doesn't always come in chronological order.” — Gina Marinello-Sweeney Author Copy Share Image
“It was a walk, it was a chase, it was a symphony of time.” — Gina Marinello-Sweeney Copy Share Image
“It is not my way,” he said, “to stop startling guests.” — Gina Marinello-Sweeney Eccentric Copy Share Image
