O tell us poet, what you do
But the dark, the deadly, the desperate ways —
How do you endure them, how bear them?
But the nameless, anonymous, which no word portrays — What do you call that, poet, nevertheless?
From whence is your right, your assumed role assays
To be sincere in each mask?
And you know the stillness and the passionate blaze
As a star and a storm?
Because I praise
fine art prints
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.