perchance to dream
i rarely remember my dreams. sleeping is a slow drifting off, like floating on your back in a great indigo sea, staring up at the sky, never noticing the receding shore…. when i do remember my dreams, they are vivid with color, live-wired with emotion and so real they get all mixed up with my [...]
Swift drifter
Swift drifter Sudden shifter Spring turned to summer While I glanced over my shoulder At hills staid and skies vast At last Quick fixer Rich elixir To keep me younger longer Than it takes me to befriend gravity And welcome maturity Old new friends ……………. I do apologize for the neglect here. I will make [...]
merpeople and maritimes
busybusybusybusybusy i don’t want to have hurry sickness and i don’t think i do but carving out space for breathing and alone time and time with my love and time with my art and time with friends all these pie slices are so very thin but i do so dearly love pie more things soon [...]
bluegrass and other sounds of my past
this is the music that reminds me of home and my father although he never listened to it around me i imagine he did once as a younger man foot tapping impossible grin stretched ear to ear no one who hears music like this cannot smile widewidewide or tap a toe in time i should [...]
neglect
neglect is happening here. i keep thinking: i can do this. i can be a presence online. i can think of something to say. and then, Oh! i’ve gone to bed again. or out to drinks with friends. or i’m actually painting. i’ve begun reading books again. it’s a cycle i have, i am all [...]
out for delivery
i’m sure you know the feeling. xoxo, sam
Shiny new things.
First for some silliness: – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – - Now for the new work: My favorite new one: It’s 12″ x 12″ and I made the frame for it too, from a vintage flea [...]
beauty is no weapon
beauty is no weapon to wield no shotgun to aim at silver shields of weaker men. and lust is a ravenous flame no controlled blaze at best it maims at worst… but hearts can be these glorious things resplendent with beating great silvery wings spread wide. yet often they are shriveled up hard, broken, heavy [...]
i’m alive.
just really really busy. sorry i’ve been neglecting this space. xoxo, sam
war of the words
conflict used to paralyze me. my fight or flight instincts would kick on at the sensing of a confrontation and i would avoid, make peace, lie… anything to protect myself and disappear until the anger i so feared had dissipated. i thought i was responsible for everyone’s anger, for their disappointments and their rage, for [...]
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