Creative Space
Reflections
Boat, San Diego,...
Four Ways to See a Bohemian Waxwing
Created in Intro to Oil Painting class, March 2016…
Late
The nightwatchers had driven by only two times so far, but Jerald had been fortunate enough that both times he was next to an alley. Crouched behind a trash can he watched as the black car slowly crept by…
END
The only thing louder than the screams were the explosions. Shards of rock flew from every direction; one struck the man’s leg. The chaos was shrouded in a blanket of dust.
Opia
I move past it in the same way you would move past a person on a narrow side walk; we are aware of each other and we attempt to anticipate the other’s trajectory, but we’re taking all the wrong steps…
2 Flies – Charles Bukowski
A friend of mine let me borrow a few of Bukowski’s books a few years ago. I had never heard of him, but I really liked his erratic style…
Blowin in the Wind – Bob Dylan
Read the words and realize how very little has changed in half of a century.
In The Mountains
To Life in the mountains
Adirondacks
To the clear blue waters
Of the Saranacs…
AWAKENING Collage
Soon to be seen at SAMFest…
Davy Crockett Style Coyote Hat
A custom made Davy Crockett style coyote hat…
It Goes On
Her cinnamon skin glows under the lingering sun and I can’t help but feel as if all the magic in the world is hidden within her…
Poems
I have begun to understand life through this torture that is anxiety; I have begun to understand life. No it is not the fire or ruin, the smoldering of ash or the imagery of a poetic mind…