The spring craves water.
Is, does, always will.
A hammer is something else when it’s not being used.
Any tool can tell you
something is lost when it’s not being used.
My dog cries when she gets left behind.
Some of the kids do, too.
It’s really no wonder your hands are so soft,
you don’t use them much either.
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 
I can’t get over how you paint and write…both so beautiful…
If you have anymore kickbacks from gmail I’m alisonshwedo@yahoo.com.
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Thanks, Alison. That means a lot to me.
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Great imagery, striking words. Keep writing, I will keep coming back for more:)
http://amloki.blogspot.com
http://damyantiwrites.wordpress.com
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Hi damyantig, good to hear from you again. It is funny, I was thinking of you yesterday. I’ll be coming over to visit. Thanks for your kind words.
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