Enchanted Forest
Deep in the forest amongst leaf, wood and shrub, There is a place where the light plays tricks. As if it were a small child finding joy in hiding things…
The Room of My Soul
In the room of my soul, there are arched windows. Made of stone, they crumble a bit. But the windows frame the ever changing landscape. I keep an eye on…
Forever East and Forever West
It was all an illusionThe darknessThe vertigo of it allLike those paintingswith the black swirling lines.I was, in fact planted deep in the soilMy face upturned to a gentle sun.The…
Unfinished
Today it occurred to me that I have accumulated a backlog of unfinished drawings and paintings. Rather than follow a rabbit trail that spirals into self-sabotage and despondency, I decided…