Pleasantly Derailed

       Rain falling on the soundtrack of my world          spit spat       While the sun shines outside.        Sometimes I drive a gravel road          scritch crunch       Potholes, dust and washboards take skill.        I read novels when I can       

Campfire

Hues of warmcolors of heat Red of rapid oxidationorange of vaporizationyellow of light Lighting the nightrelieving the night’s chillmesmerizing our eyesour thoughts Swirls as fineas a demon’s hairon the way homefrom the salon Fostering the wantto tell storiesnot necessarily ghost stories Stories with nothing to dowith heat or color. RoyceDeans.com

In Bed

I lay in bedCool sheetsBeginning to feel the warmth left from last night’s sleepAnd the night before that. I assume the positionThe one I call dreamFlat on back, arms at side, palms up, and fingers under thighsI am ready. Dreams are elusiveHard to summonAll the wishing and hoping doesn’t make it any easierNevertheless I want. These

Reflections on Tusen Takk

The month of April afforded me and my friend Angela Saxon to be the Artists in Residence at The Tusen Takk Foundation. The month of printmaking there was a super rich exploration into my creative process as it relates specifically to making monotypes that have been become such an important part of my current body

Even Snowflakes Lose Their Will

The rain was trying to not be snow today.Eventually it lost the battle and gave in.Big at first, flakes attempted to reclaim theearth it held captive all these months. The snow was not ready to admitthat it is already April. Not today.Wet grey air filled with frozen hexagrams,falling but their chilled hearts weren’t into it. I