... to a crazy year. It hailed three times, two tornadoes, and one month straight of 100+ degrees weather during a drought that brought an ...

  Tangled behind a trained conscience That’s holding firm Good Bye forms cryptic blotches On a journal page An intuitive process for what ca...

  Organize. Sort. No time. Just wing it. Gotta keep going... Where's life going? Organize. Sort. No time. Just wing it. Gotta keep going...

 Today, being the outsider is a good thing.

Today The Radio reminded me of how lonely I am So, I opted for road noise instead I Prayed To fight fervent feelings for only a man Who pave...

  Bird song Wishes flying high In between notes Separate you and I Flawed thinking Five years are gone Wishes that echo An impossible song E...

Twisted Perception Twisted Perception This rock turns in on itself Parched and no pity For those God condemns In a dream The o...

My life is changing dramatically now. I've left everything behind, bought an RV, and moved to a campground in the middle of the ...

Waiting for Lab Results Here I am, nesting in my big comfy box of confusion, with antennae up, waiting for Lab Results. Even the snails ...

Some more from my doodle therapy. Dialogue Abstruse Dialogue Abstruse Every morning formulates Dialogue abstruse, While Logic slu...

These are some of my doodles using the Automatic Drawing Technique that I mentioned in the previous post , where I try to draw without think...

I've been working on creating art intuitively for the last several years, and it's been a struggle. I wanted to get back to that pea...

Diva Daphne has a cold. Kaos is in a hurry. Gilt is watching you.

Refrigerators float. She hated that refrigerator. It hummed and groaned twice as loud as the old one, and it's door handle had to...

Some ATC's I made for a swap on Facebook. Gold Fish - painted with metallic and iridescent acrylics. Duck Feetn' It - sa...

Went to Mercer Arboretum yesterday. The trees were covered with a bright orange moss in one of the oxbows, adding cheer to the winter gre...

It's been a couple of years since I've posted anything here. Didn't realize it's been that long. Sorry. My latest inter...

  This piece of aboriginal art was painted by Amy Gunawarri. To quote the literature that came with it: The story tells of a woman who ...

This is a repost from my other blog, Awakening the Sleeper . I awoke this morning to Errol Flynn making fun of me for being melod...

The humiliation of Dahlia's awkward ascent from the floor had been caused by muscles too weak to lift her and joints too inflamed to...

I have a new blog for my work as a personal trainer and wellness coach. I'm posting tips, recipes, and my personal stories relatin...

These photos seemed like a poem to me. winter glass striates defies lonely evening chill mute rage radiates

This first poem was done for The Mag , but I didn't get it posted in time to link over there. Danseuse ajustant sa bretelle by Edga...

Well, I guess it's officially fall in Houston, though we probably won't see any fall color until December. I'm still w...