White Privilege Systemic Eradication of the Other

I missed my trauma therapy appointment for the 3rd week in a row today and it’s showing through the cracks of my face, my hands, my mouth, my eyes, my voice… is cracking. My primary diagnosis nowadays is Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and so I wondered that my experienced childhood trauma has been exceeded by…

if i should write a book for you

and if i should paint a picture too that showed the loveliness and the brilliance of you that art would be my heart lighting up did you know one lifetime could be just one heavenly day allegria or if i should find one twinkling star one near as wondrous as you are that star would be…

color

The issue of color is an interesting thing to think of. I experiment a lot with painting and while it seems as though I criss-cross with texture, oiling it up, glossily, sloppily, with slippery new paint colors, look at the above painting Triptych 1 acrylic on canvas 18 x 36″ (c) 2017 that I painted…

christmas 18

29 days until Christmas Eve (again) 28 more sleeps till She is Home (again) a month of turning, tides, solstice wintering again She is a soft lovely beauty i’m taken to her folly and her lands of delight and of dreaming her left eye is the dreamiest in the last it was the right with…

The Shootings

Last year’s Orlando shootings followed by the November National 2016 Elections were tantamount to the events that informed my going underground and to a better footing of safety in a dangerous terroristic world changing, shifting, abandoning, losing me. The Depression ensued and it was terrible. Winter came and left. Spring came and left. Summer was…

piano solo

The next three months are an end of a season and I wonder who will be her Winter Solstice celebrant instead of Me.