I Was Here

It was the year 1890, the month was March and the day was the 8th. In a small English town named, Sible Hedingham, a baby girl was born. I imagine the air still had its wintry grip, but easing as Spring whispers her warm promises of green. Wrapped snug in a small blanket and held … More I Was Here

Doodles

Found a box of my doodles. I could not help but to smile as I leafed through them. Some dating back to High School, others are 20 to 30 years old. Edges torn, coffee spilled on, but I still kept them. Each one with a short story attached. A memory. A space in time where … More Doodles

Embers

She was born with winter in her bones, a frigid wind within each lung. She had skin that rivaled morning frost, her touch a bitter cold that stung. Her only love in life was fire, how it caressed and warmed her skin. She gave her heart to feed its embers, and let it melt her … More Embers

Have-a-Cuppa

“Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords.”   ― Richard Brautigan _________   “I know you and I are not about poems or other sentimental bullshit,but I have to tell you, even the way you drink your coffeeknocks me the fuck out.”― Clementine von Radics _________ … More Have-a-Cuppa

FO SHIZY

I love to draw with ink. And drawing trees in ink is just so much fun. This one I used pens and liquid ink. I have never painted with ink before, so that was an experience. And a good one! I will definately be buying more calligraphy ink, for painting. Are their rules in how … More FO SHIZY

Feast Of Silence

Your words spread soft against my skin like butter. slow and languid like honey. my tongue made thick like many glasses of wine. I ache to curl against your flesh, and let you take refuge between my softest places. I opened like a fresh shell, held in hunger within a sailors palm. . I told … More Feast Of Silence

Tragic Tulip

A year ago, I started painting this tulip. One leaf in, a couple of petals, and I began to feel frustrated. Nothing was going right. It looked, tragic. I could not bare with the failure of my art. So, I picked it up, and tossed it into the corner of my room. literally. I stewed … More Tragic Tulip

Fly The Coop

Took a trip to Coupville, WA. Small bayside town tucked away under a cloudy sky. Well, it was cloudy that day. The temperature mild and sleepy, which if you think about it, it would probably describe any coastal town. They got their own swing, their own ebb and flow, like the waters that border them. … More Fly The Coop

Mantra

If you meditate on this, repeating it out loud at least a couple of times. It really does lift your spirit. I have found, with my own experience, and talking to others. That as a people, we really struggle with happiness. We wrestle with it. We clench our fists and stand firm against it. We … More Mantra