Motion, Artistic Nuances, Tantric Realities, and Anthology


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Ain’t it something how the “Old Stuff” becomes the “New Stuff” and the “New Stuff” becomes the “Old Stuff”?..same ol’ continuum. If you truly want a change in your must be prepared to completely erase the past and all traces. Otherwise..Stop complaining and blaming people for your dizziness on your self made Merry-go-Round.

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Slipped inspiration..slandered in confusion

Smothered by the smoke of the fallen.

Gone away, never to return..yet burning. Smoldering heart-songs..blackened blue.

Torrid and scorched red at my hairline.

A blistered memory; branded, raised and identifiable.

A blistered memory; painfully etched in my mind and forced to never be forgotten.



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New Art

This is a snippet of my latest project. Mannequin Art!!!!

The collection consists of miscellaneous items: stones, trash cans..etc. Whatever I can brand the design on.

The paintings were painted over existing pictures., So I guess you can say that it’s sort of (Green Art). I used old/unwanted frames and pictures that I had around the house or purchased from thrift stores, garage sells, etc. and painted over them. (Neat right?)


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Poker Face (Experiment) not yet finished..(insomnia rant)

Poker face..getting ready for a party.

nothing but goodies behind her back..dimple cheeked fat kneed girl.  Long lashes playfully blink, a fat hand she fans which faces toward her breast. ..

In her seat she gleefully kicks, scraping her heels in the already worn scratches of the hardwood floor.

“Come on man!! Hurry up and play.” She laughs.  “You might as well fold.  You know I won!”

He ignores her, biting his lower lip.

Impatiently she squirms, and spins in her seat.  Tossing her hair back behind her, and leaning as far back in the seat as possible.  Her neck … Continue reading

The Healing Power of ART!

“Art allows for externalization of the internal. It releases repressed emotions in a healthy and creative way.” Continue reading

Polka-dot Pillow

Bliss tickles my red polish toe

The night before ensues on my fingertip; to my lips I delightfully place.

Hmm.. the subtle taste of deceit and defeat holds my tongue.

No matter, pleasure is all mine, this morning.

Entranced with lids closed, my eyes mimic the scene…

Moisture thickens, and my bare thighs chill

My back stiffens to reveal the burgundy scratches that mark my shoulder blades

A cold yellow towel, I wipe down my face.

Black mascara blotched spots and violet eyeshadow, paint

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Blue Butterflies

There were these Women….
Yellow Women
Red-Boned Women
Community Women…Tribal Women…Single Women
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My Mommy’s Birthday Song

It seems almost ridiculous for me to buy a birthday card for you.  Two main; pertinent reasons why.   First, I’m a writer.  Second; and the most important, there is no card, or letter, or monument  created by anyone other than myself, that would say or express half of what I want and need to say…to you.

As long as I can remember, I have watched you.  I have admired you.  I have questioned you and some of the decisions that you made.  I have loved and even disliked you (at times).

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Write to Live, Live to Write
Writing..and Creating are my LIFE..but there's always more to do..and unfortunately lines haven't figured out how to write themselves, yet. So, many projects are left unfinished and stories untold...Here's some scribble:
Poker face..getting ready for a party.
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