“brain injured in stages, blow by sickening blow…hands that…pledged to love and cherish me…”
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Eating Art
I eat a lot of my art. Great flow, free strokes, endless imagination…stuffed in my spare bedroom. “What spare bedroom?” You have a right to ask, especially when the door is always shut, the cat box takes center stage, there is no sign of any bed and the entire perimiter is taken up with paintedContinueContinue reading “Eating Art”
Little Dipper
Oh, the way we roll…up one wave, down the next ad infinitum… My balloon can be pricked so easily, it’s like the world and everyone on it are made out of pins. I get to the point where the remedy is sleep and sweets , not necessarily in that order. The wind has left meContinueContinue reading “Little Dipper”
Out of the Gutter Art 