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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.
Category Archives: desolation
whereabouts revisited, end of story
So we smashed like acrobats, a mess of arms and legs and heads and backs, spinning through the flaming hoops to meet the leaping, happy cats and all those clowns in human suits, and all their senseless chatter. The main … Continue reading →
desolation, hope, and more hope
Posted in "Blindness", "The Road", aa, art, awakening, bleak stories, callings, dark, desolation, despair, hope, light, love, nightmare, poetry, politics, recovery, stories, the art of recovery, the immorality of groups, wake up dude, war, works in progress
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thoughts on the novels, “the road”, and “blindness”
Only a great kaleidoscope can break the cold gray stone that forms in the bottom of the heart when we consider the way that we treat each other and make it beautiful.
Posted in "Blindness", "The Road", aa, art, bleak stories, character studies, cormac mccarthy, dark, desolation, despair, jose saramago, love, nightmare, poetry, portraits
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mine enemy grows older 