The other day, the NaPoWriMo prompt was to re-read a bit of Spoon River Anthology and write something in the voice of someone who has died. That wasn’t the day for me to do it but today, I took that … Continue reading →
Was tangled up in a new project that doesn’t relate to painting or poetry or even cooking! So here I am without too many words but still. I did go out a few times today and take a whiff of … Continue reading →
The sun reached backward to leave cooling eastern clouds with a reminder. Always returning and always disappearing night and darkness comes. Between the farewells, some colorless deer forage in the gray moment. `
Feels like forgiveness Sitting here in the sun painting the waves of daffodils The ones who survived the snow a few days ago, bent, now standing. You can’t tell them from those more newly bloomed. And more to come. I … Continue reading →
Today was really a primo day in April. I did an important errand in the morning, came home and sat in the front yard to paint briefly. Sometimes you just have to remember that generations of painters and writers have … Continue reading →
Opinions alter, manners change, creeds rise and fall, but the moral laws are written on the table of eternity.
