Sunset at “Hovel du Paul” October 30, 2012 + . *
……. ………….. Poppy Blossom ……………………………………………………………… Reflection in a Pond Ashley’s latest artistic endeavors. Isn’t she great?!? This sweet young lady makes my heart smile every time I hear from her.
My soul is afire to view and to roam the green hills of Eire land of my fathers land of hearts home. Down a winding trail past fence made of stone I find no travail walking this path alone. I seek a beginning in this land so old, walk the ways of ancestors who were wise brave and… Read More Home to Eire
Happiness is a hill full of flowers In the brilliance of the morning sun Right after the touch of soft spring showers. Columbines, daisies, and Queen Anne’s Lace All do their best to put a smile on your face. . Happiness is the laugh of a child An innocent but mischievous, snickering grin A young imagination… Read More Happiness
I recall a time when all the world was mine, a time when the sun was much more than just light shining deep in my heart, making everything bright. . Where has it gone, this great source of light leaving my days with no rythm, no rhymes? Too many sad times, so much has been… Read More I Recall a Time
Home, not made of sticks and stones Resides always inside these bones No bricks, boards, shingles, hearth But ever present within my heart. Matters not where the spirit roams If I live, it is at home. . . .
Secretly, hidden in the side of a hill She chants o’er a boiling cauldron With a voice that’s evil and shrill She evokes no warmth, not even a smile Darkness abides around her for miles Into the cauldron she puts fear and fright To be cast at us all on Halloween night Will visit each neighborhood til the night ends… Read More Previews of Comming Attractions
Love Story ******************* I will seek and find you. I shall take you to bed and have my way with you. I will make you ache, shake and sweat until you moan and groan. I will make you beg for mercy, and beg for me to stop. I will exhaust you to the point that… Read More A Love Story (of sorts)
Above are portraits of a beautiful 14 year old young woman that I’ve known since she was a little girl. She was born with the most severe form of Cerebral Palsy and was not expected to live. In her daily challenges for survival she has had to learn how to develop even the slightest of motor skills and… Read More Portrait of an Artist
She waits outside my window…