Yeah, Yeah, I Know

"Another new design", you ask? Yeah, yeah, I know -- the last one stayed up only a couple of weeks; but I REALLY needed some therapy after a trying day, and the best way for me to escape is to work on something creative. Since

Number Four

I began drawing yesterday at 3:00 p.m. I had snagged a picture from Mark's site last week when I was visiting his blog. He didn't know I stole it, though. When I saw it, it screamed to be drawn, and when a picture screams at

Expressing

hot salt rivers carve their way, escaping the quickened beating; blood turned clear to watch its fall, from eyes too tired to smile.

Hidden

I finished a new picture. I started it last weekend and was working on it when my sister, Deb, called to tell me how sick Kelly was, saying we needed to get over there immediately. I thought it only fitting that I should complete it

Shadows and Light

I'm losing myself in black and white; shadows and light .... and it's wonderful. My art ... my drawing ... takes the world and mutes it ... takes my ears and deafens them to the chaos, until all I see, all I feel, all I

Back to Me

Today I took a journey back to me. Back to a part of me I left behind a long time ago. An extremely integral part of who I was the whole time I was growing up. I journeyed back to the only part of me

In the Foreground of Now

Memories are short, The good, all but forgotten, Only anger and selfishness stand tall in the foreground of now; Efforts in caring blur before eyes unfocused, Seen only by the heart of the giver, Appreciated so briefly by those to whom it is given ....

Enlightenment

Earlier this evening, I was feeling every ache and pain of a long, hard day .... I was thinking about another long, hard day on tap for tomorrow; but after reading the words written by a new friend of mine (thanks mark), I have been

Magic Flights

I have a friend who is the most amazing writer I've ever known. He has blessed me with his gift more times than I can count. In exchanging emails with him last night, we began talking about birds, just in passing. He said he had

A Rush of Whispers

hush little spirit, don't you cry, there's time enough left to die; feel the pain, embrace the burn, they prove you are alive; but keep praying for that tide to turn, when hope will gasp with breath revived. It came in a rush of whispers