An eclectic mix of life, art & fiction

The Rose

Virgin innocent The world has deflowered you Yet beauty still blooms Delicate petals Will fall and return to dust As your spirit soars Read More
On the Edge

I think the definition of artist is a bit enigmatic. I’ve never called myself an artist. I’ve said things like “this is some art I created,” or “I love to create art,” but that’s as far as it goes. I… Read More
Is Fear Surreal?

FEAR has Two Meanings: Forget Everything and Run… …or Face Everything and Rise. A quote by Zig Ziglar I think there may be a third option. Be still. Because maybe, like this woman seems to realize, there is nothing to… Read More
Birds of a Feather

—Feathers of Hope Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul— and sings the tune without the words— and never stops— at all. Emily Dickinson This image is something I’ve been itching to do for days now.… Read More
Living the Dream

Chaotic workday— a scuffle with friends, Five o’clock traffic— the stress never ends, Pressure to do well— fearing failure, too, Stuck in a pattern— afraid of what’s new, Plan for retirement— look forward to rest, Where children once played— is… Read More
Violet Skies

Clouds on clouds, in volumes driven, Curtain round the vault of heaven. —Thomas Love Peacock— Read More

The Rose