IT’S HOT, I’M TIRED.. Night fell, and we were ready by Burt’s golden chariot. What an amazing vehicle it was. Huge, glistening, bearing his name proudly on the door in script as the owner/operator. This was no drugged-out short-timer. No, Mr. Burt was the real deal, hauling real steel. A true gentleman, he helpedContinueContinue reading “Back to the Story:”
Category Archives: dreams
Dead Tired
Oh Joyful heart, where are you today? From so much light I now feel only pain. Where did my optimism run away to hide, Why now this dread that cannot be denied? She thought she had come away unscathed, from the turmoil, the abuse …and rage. But disease was just below the surface all along,ContinueContinue reading “Dead Tired”
I Miss My Friend Tonight
“so I love you So…”
A CLEAN SLATE
oh so WHITE AND SHINY… Waiting for my pen, for my brush. I just cant stand the barrenness of it, stretching of into the infinite distance, saying nothing. I cant sit in silence either, in a social setting. I would be awful in an interrogation, babbling mindlessly- wait… not mindlessly. I do get chatty, butContinueContinue reading “A CLEAN SLATE”
That Happy Poor Girl
“It’s ALL a gift…”
The Mural Dream of a Cool Kid
“I was high on life, and probably paint fumes and Columbian Gold…it felt cool…”
Round One: Let the Game Begin!
“…walking into the sunlight of my artistic future!”
An Artist’s Realization:
“My dreams are NOT dead!…”
Out of the Gutter Art 