Dreaming of daisies and butterfly gardens, I find myself running thru mazes and tunnels, sure there are blue skies somewhere above ground… How do I get there -Is it safe to come out now? Deep in the cellar of abysmal memories, I remember a guy who pretended to love me. Remember the father who leftContinueContinue reading “The Kitchen Drawer, a short story”
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Just Another Artistic Wednesday!
…big fan of Egon Schiele, and…feel a sort of kindred spirit…
A Neighbor’s Dying
“…Poor, poor Chris…I guess maybe your train finally came…”
Out of the Gutter Art 