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She Will Have Music

I pictured my fingers and toes ringing with the sound of patterned ironwork as if it was a kind of sheet music. Continue reading

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Down Down Down

…down-down-down, back into the darkness I went with my paints and brushes. To paint the dark. To see what I’d left behind. Continue reading

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Does the World Need More Paintings?

Does the World Need More Paintings? No. But it might need yours…
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Doorways of the Past

The last doorway I went in search of was nowhere to be found. St. Mary Abbot’s Hospital. How could an entire hospital disappear? I’d only spent a week there back in 1976, but it was such a memorable week that I wanted to go back and see the place. Continue reading

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Aligning with Enchantment

The man and the bear are drinking Amstel Light, which to me meant, I’m-still-light. I drank in the fact that I was still light. I gave it to the man to share with the bear. Continue reading

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Connections Never Die

Dedicated to the one who once drew me, and I drew back, in my drawings… Continue reading

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The Sneezy-Wheezy Gift

It’s all about releasing. Call it a cough or a cold but do call it humbling. When you’re humble you’re vulnerable. To be vulnerable is to be open, maybe in ways that don’t feel good. But if you’re a writer you have to be open, and keep opening more and more to get to the core. Continue reading

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