A candle breaks the nighttime,
the seconds sputter past.
Christina hums the blues
to make the seconds last.
Her anything but joyful days
recall her own beginnings.
Her candlesong is one of praise
for all that’s left of living.
fine art prints
Welcome
I started this blog after moving to northern New Mexico from coastal North Carolina. Feeling the loss of my creative community, I started posting works in progress as a way to push myself forward and connect with other writers and painters.
For the first eight months or so I offered original narrative images as weekly image prompt for writers. The Storybook Collaborative pages document the collaborations.
Sadly - for I have enjoyed the adventure, and meeting so many interesting, creative souls - keeping the blog has has taken a back seat to sleep, family, work obligations and the birth of our Mountain daughters. I'd like to get back to it and still hope to one day. Until such time I am delighted by your visit and hope you will leave a comment and come back for more.
mine enemy grows older 
Sad… I hope the flame lasts.
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Oh, such melancholy. Such beautiful sorrow .
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