Posted tagged ‘ManicDdaily drawing’

Do These Look Anything Like Wolves?

August 19, 2021

Hello again! Here’s a sketch for a new children’s book I am working on, called, possibly, Bug Cars. I’m not sure if the wolves look like wolves yet though! Or if the clouds look like clouds for that matter. Have a good day!

As always, all rights reserved.


April 3, 2019


Somewhen a car roams,
the shape of my torso already
ghosting its hood;
stairs I will have fallen down
a stream slips around the sometime rocks
in my pockets;
the sea breathes me.

They all speak late at night, sotto voce–
They think that I don’t hear them.
(They know that I hear them.)
(They count upon my hearing them.)

In the cone that is a too-bright light lit late,
the car hood blinks, the stairs shrug,
the stream blushes – the sea too feels sheepish–embarrassed all
by how they need me
to make them into fates–
embarrassed all of them, but not so embarrassed
as to simply let me be.

Another would-be poem for Sanaa’s prompt on Real Toads about late nights.  It is difficult for me to return comments till this weekend, but will. 


Evening Porch

August 30, 2018

Evening Porch

I went out to an evening porch
because a bur bit at my heart.
I could not tell if it was you
or your loss that stung so smart.

The crickets rubbed a murmur synched
to a wholeness I could barely hear;
my forehead had to listen hard
harder even than my ears.

The breeze that rose from somewhere North
felt a bit like fingertips;
you too were raised in a place of cold
but rarely touched my face, my lips.

And yet this sweep of ending day
whose deep’s deep blue except where green
speaks to me of you, of you,
and means what I would have it mean:

that you loved me and I loved back,
that foreheads can be made to hear
(as now beneath the crickets’ arc
the stream’s rush cushions far and near)

so that on the planks I walk
beside a door that leads to light,
beside that blue that you’re blurred in,
I find a seat that bears with night

and try to write there till it’s dark,
write there even in the dark,
letters that feel their way along
this burdened page, unburred heart.


Here’s a poem for my own prompt – Going, Going, Gone, on Real Toads.

Painting is mine, though not sure it goes with the poem! All rights reserved. 


May 24, 2018

Landscapes, charcoal on paper, 2018, all rights reserved.

Elephant man tree

January 23, 2018

Charcoal on paper. 2018. All rights reserved.

Little Dog Lost

January 7, 2018

Charcoal and pastels on paper, 2018, all rights reserved.

Profiles pic

January 5, 2018

Charcoal on paper, 2018, all rights reserved.

More color (and elephant)!

December 26, 2017

Pastel on paper (on ice skates.). All rights reserved.


December 26, 2017

Pastels on paper! All rights reserved. Happy Boxing Day!

Merry Christmas and Here’s Hoping

December 25, 2017

that we wake up to a better year!

Take care and many thanks!