. . I’m thinking i might just go visual for awhile… and post only photos. I was inspired by darlene’s simple flicker post. Sometimes it’s nice to visit a blog and find that there is no need to read. . .
ashes to ashes dust to dust glass sand ocean rust heart to heart gather stone cheek to cheek blood and bone tie a ribbon hoe mend back to back end to end touch my heart feel my soul make me new growing old fall in love then fall out make amends turn aboutContinue reading “13”
. . . the train he sat on the train moving between cities that all looked the same next to him was a man in spectacles with a five o’clock shadow appearing long in the setting sun reading a plotting poison pen letter as they passed over the miles of neatly trimmed hedgesContinue reading “12”
. . . . . sweeping arch half-moon curve bending curling surrender . . . . .
. . Then the angel showed me the river of the water of life, as clear as crystal,flowing from the throne of God and of the Lamb down the middle of the great street of the city. On each side of the river stood the tree of life, bearing twelve crops of fruit, yielding its fruit every month. And theContinue reading “revelation”
. . . . i saw the figure in a rose coloured gown rocking on the porch at dawn buried in a hard bound book back bent as if the words were to heavy . . . . . . for every day poem mayplay
. . . beauty i have always wanted a body to adorn me i think that will bring to me love and acceptance even my own though i never thought i had beauty i still desire i compare my body and labels and trivialities my body is in the process of decay now beyond denialContinue reading “9”
. . our souls so delicate and yet everything we are . . . .
. . . i am a woman past the sell-by date no glances my way it’s okay, i guess i mean it’s not like i was ever all that fresh . . . .
. . . soft howling bloody lonesome was the wind around my head quiet down now quiet down my heart will hear you and i can’t go around moaning like a school girl in love with the notion of warm breath and first kisses . . .
. . walking on the blue side of night wanting to slice the sky open and taste the creamy filling . . .
. An idea came to me. How about a studio on wheels? Watercolour, acrylic, coloured pencils…here we go. Yesterday, i went around in the traveling studio, and thought it was pretty cool to be able to work near the library and the post office for awhile. Who knows where the studio will be next.Continue reading “new studio”