new poem “unwarm” published in FREE LIT Magazine, please check out this creative online journal, many talented writers & artists
This piece is based on the night my father passed away. I can’t believe it will be a year this November since he left. On the night of my dad’s death, all the emergency responders were nothing short of amazing – wonderful people🌹
grabbed a line or two from one of my older pieces, added some newer art and thought about what transpires between pen, paper and brush
unsaturated the paint on my silent gal portrait, another writing piece dusted and remade-thank you
I truly enjoy returning to older pieces and completely reworking them. I rarely like my original versions. I hack away the meat until only the marrow remains, then I throw out the skeleton and bury the bones.
here’s to entering 2018 with eyes open
There are very few pieces of my art that stick into my soul, this joyous beast holds my heart in a warm place.
I wish many joyous moments–for each and every one of you–in this wondrous season of magnified love. 😘