we’re all a little broken here

not sure where this one manifested from, though I wanted to end this one on a positive note-we do need hope
the gal in the background is a sculpture I made in eleventh grade-I stubbornly didn’t listen to my art teacher and this lady fell apart-too bad

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lady word thief

he sat
sinking deep into the worn leather of his swivel chair
each time the smooth seat twisted he thought of her velvet hips
each time the canister wheels rolled
her red mouth touched his pen
his educated fingers, broad square nails, chipped in a virile way
struggled to lay the ink
obvious women were never difficult to write
this one, this one
 was
words would not come to rest like curving images
she must have been a devil with those dark iron eyes
the color of burning coal
her arms fire on his dream neck, melting his chest, ravaging his thighs
his words
those he could always count on to surround him like a Barcalounger
for her –his thoughts stalled
no words rolled from those brusque fingers
the very same strong hands that only two nights before tasted a woman who left him in utter
want 
of better words
for burning off dark eyed dreams
maybe they were nightmares
who the hell was she 
to haunt his head the way she did
his silver-forked tongue abandoned him
his heart more empty than a starving lion’s stomach
words were his lady lovers, source of comfort
sex took the edge off
before the words flowed to the prostate paper
he methodically inked the first few lines–romancing the ideas, massaging the articles
until these thoughts built into languid, sultry, wild, bitter, blunt, cursive, cursed letters, forms, shapes, paragraphs, columns, wrapping text
for the very first time, it was not going he needed to get to
it was the coal fire eyed woman with the red lips
the hair like wild grass, the mouth cool as a spring stream
those hips moving like a raging river
in turbulence it was the wettest
but for all his whirl pooling desire
the real reason he couldn’t lose her
she was different
honest
, real
she carried in waves a silent sincerity
questions beneath the water – no different than his own
this unnerved him
she knew him already
and they’d never met
her frozen gaze left a latent image in his mind that would not fade
his heart now apostate purveyor of his soul
could only come up with four letters

she read the words she’d just written
about this gallant character
would the publisher buy it
does anyone really feel this way about anyone
she wondered
but not for long
she knew where this muse came from
what she couldn’t answer
was what four letters
that
she’d have to think on

lips

hearts and thoughts to Orlando

side by side

we hope our children view the world through rose-colored glasses
shades
pray they live well, so their buckets won’t need lists
green bucket
we’ll try to respect their deep-seated thoughts
car leg
and teach them to respect those who have gone before
pray
they must always believe they’re more magical than mermaids
lil mermaid
and understand playing dress-up is fabulous, as long as they remain young at heart
money bat
we’ll tell them it’s okay to think upside down
Caro upside down
and they’re the apples of our eyes
apples
and when the world gets too big, they can hide under a blanket
eyelashes
and that same big world is full of wonderment
max laugh
we’ll let them sit in a red chair and do absolutely nothing
max red chair
and tell them they don’t have to smile all the time
painting image
as long as they keep their heads above water
max head above water
we’ll hope they love each other enough to hang out upside down
upside downand sideways
butt heads
but above all that they’ve learned–
love simply means standing side by side
carmax hugwith Caroline attending college this fall, and Max a high school junior come September, I’ve been waxing nostalgic
I published this post last year but have been thinking about it lately
damn, time wearing his ankle wings and over-priced Nikes sure does fly
xmas 2105

Spirit mural

giving

yanking a thread from the soul
that’s what it is
one filament at a time
you unravel

note by note
composing
soundless symphonies
for the outside world

dreaming
word by word
form by form
every infinite limb
in the universe
becomes rapt
in your pursuits

then
one day
there’s nothing left to give
only
what you’ve made

and your efforts
are either remembered
or forgotten
two horned blue birdcrazy blue bird, created a few weeks ago with Tombow markers and Prisma pencils, while in a feathery mood 😉

A Girl Named Galeen

Dear Friends,
I so enjoy creating irksome monsters with glowing eyes and bizarre creatures with gnashing teeth. Where this little girl comes from, I’m not quite sure. I think she dwells beneath the soft underbelly of my heart. You best be careful digging beneath your heart. Squishy stuff settles there and if to much oozes out, you’ll feel empty inside.

Besides changing hair length – like night and day alternating sides – Galeen loves surfacing now and again. Since she thinks she’s kind of cute, Galeen would like to present her ‘living’ scrapbook.

Galeen

 

Dunce

Dunce

Hair Hiding

Hair Hiding

 

Star Gazer

Star Gazer

Statically

Statically

Autumn Leaves

Autumn Leaves

Thank you. May you dream of wishing stars floating in the soft underbelly of your heart.

As you may have noticed, Galeen likes experimenting with how she appears – she may cover herself with paint, pencil, collage or marker! She’s never quite sure what scented soap to use and loves trying them all…

Forget Waldo, I’m Looking for Someone Else…

I’m looking for a girl-a young girl. She’s about 4’5″ tall, brown eyes and sports a mussed shag. Chances are she’ll have scabby knees. She’ll most likely be wearing a blue, white and green plaid shirt. Last seen she was riding her bicycle. The stingray is like a vintage sports car in restoration. The metal frame is an odd hue-a sort of sepia puking-up orange color. The seat is banana-shaped and covered in plastic leopard. The girl is one of those tomboy types. And other than to say she’s tough and possesses a sort of indomitable spirit there isn’t much else to dissect. Don’t forget to look up in the trees because she could be hanging out there. Don’t pass by large mounds of dirt without searching either-she loves the stuff and will most likely blend in. She is a fearless kid who has a take charge attitude and a ‘don’t-mess-with-me’ smirk. If you should find her you may approach and say ‘hi’. Her name is AnnMarie and she is never at a loss for words. Oh, but don’t mess with her little sister, ’cause AnnMarie will kick your ass.
Me and Do little(I’ve been going back to older posts and placing images in some, I apologize if some posts load a little slowly-I’m gettin’ a handle on this photo thing and learning to use other apps to make pretty collages…fearless AnnMarie would be able to help me out. I must find her!)