I guess it’s time to start on a canvas I bought at a thrift store, three or four years ago. There was someone else’s art on it. The energy it had, made me want to sit it outside for about two weeks. I am not sure why I did that. It was like I had … More Abstract
This was a poem that I arranged with poem magnets, on my friend’s fridge. I could not leave her place without writing it down and taking it home with me. That was in 2005, one of the very few I never lost. Kingdom year When thy smoke has Strained ominous sorrow Climb … More VELVET
“Deep roots are not reached by the frost.” J.R.R. Tolkien I feel the warmth of your fingertips as they dance along my cooled skin.And the silence of my winter,quickly melts into a flood.It rushes down deserted halls and vacant cobwebbed spaces,the walls that I have partitionedbreak and scatter violently.Gasping, I clutch with wild clawsat the edges … More FLOOD
INTO THIS DEEP 