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My Mother’s Favorite Flowers

June 22, 2017

Charcoal, pastel, pencil on paper, 2017.

When Asked To Write Of What I Am Made

June 11, 2017

When Asked To Write Of What I Am Made

Water mostly,
most in the form
of tea;
a little red wine (read, whine),
and a relentless belief, though quite untrue,
that all that tissue
(both the soft and hard kind)
will endlessly renew–

Why the tea believes that
is hard to say,
though the wine, I think,
has an inkling
of the unsupportability
of such a notion.


For Magaly Guerrero’s post on Real Toads to write of what one is made of.  Pics are  mine. I didn’t mean to emphasize red wine, but I happen to have done this drawing (separately) of a wine glass last night, so thought I’d use.    (The “read” above, by the way, is supposed to be the imperative tense of the word and not past tense.)





My eyes are here

June 10, 2017

Charcoal on paper, 2017. All rights reserved.


June 6, 2017


It’s the questions of the dead
that stop
my throat.

“Tell me, are my mom and dad
still living?”

the calls almost
to prayer;

“I tried to get Daddy to help me,
but he didn’t hear; I don’t know where
he was–”

“They’re gone, right?” Pause. “Long gone?”

I say, yes,



For Real Toads open link.  I’m not sure pic fits, but mine; all rights reserved. 


Swing Time

May 31, 2017

Charcoal on paper, 2017.  All rights reserved. 

Thinking of Redon (but my versions border on the cartoony)

May 30, 2017

My natural sentimentality will out– can’t help it. Charcoal on paper, 2017. 

Old home week– roses, painting–

May 27, 2017

Roses with child’s painting.  Charcoal on paper, 2017, all rights reserved.