Morning Coffee: #2

Goodmorning sunshine, what a wonderful day to smell coffee brewing.  It’s cool outside, almost like having spring in Autumn.  The only shade is my grandmother’s passing.  My heart fills full of shards of glass, each a different emotion.  Some pass easy, while others whittle away the flesh digging deeper until they hit bone.  So, as…

JOURNEY

Going this journey alone is becoming a swamp of no return Lost in the brush or stuck in the mud I become Each days journey never ending even when the sun winds down Endless hours toiled with no harvest from the soil Empty promises shrill in empty ears and hallow halls Eyes sunken and shallow,…

Thinking Out A Project

Raw emotion is a dangerous tool for me.  Emotion is the basis of my creativity.  My art is dependent on the mood I am in.  My mind uses my mood as a palate and my hand as a tool. Today I am angry, torn, depressed, and enraged.  I feel like taking a pastel or tube…