Midwestern Wind, ©2014. Graphite on paper. Three Weed Tumble, ©2014. Graphite and ink on paper. Elm for Ruth Fainlight by Sylvia Plath http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/178964
I go out at night to paint the stars, ©2014. Ink on paper collage.
Our Little Towns, ©2014. Freedoms Plow When a man starts out with nothing, When a man starts out with his hands Empty, but clean, When a man starts to build a world, He starts first with himself And the faith that is in his heart- The strength there, The will there to build.First in the… Continue reading Freedom Plow
Better an ignis fatuous than no illume at all, ©2014. Oil on canvas.
Bliss, ©2014. I had a daily Bliss I had a daily Bliss I half indifferent viewed Till sudden I perceived it stir — It grew as I pursuedTill when around a Height It wasted from my sight Increased beyond my utmost scope I learned to estimate. Emily Dickinson
a pretty a day, ©2014.
The Rain Spoke to Me, ©2014 Last Night the Rain Spoke to Me Last night the rain spoke to me slowly, saying, what joy to come falling out of the brisk cloud, to be happy again in a new way on the earth! That’s what it said as it dropped, smelling of iron, and vanished… Continue reading The Rain Spoke to Me
Glass Quilt, ©2014. Glass The song sparrow puts all his saying into one repeated song: what variations, subtleties he manages, to encompass denser meanings, I’m too coarse to catch: it’s one song, an over-reach from which all possibilities, like filaments, depend: killing, nesting, dying, sun or cloud, figure up and become song—simple, hard: removed. A.… Continue reading A Quilt of Glass
Her Asterisk, ©2014. Ink and paint on photo paper. Of Glory not a Beam is left Of Glory not a Beam is left But her Eternal House – The Asterisk is for the Dead, The Living, for the Stars – EMILY DICKINSON