i think I should fly today.
oil on canvas.
30x24in.
unfinished line and color and emotion.
Return to Sender.
Oil on Canvas.
20x24in.
Stamp motif. Self Portrait.
Sing Song Girl.
Oil on Canvas.
20x20in.
'Cause if all i am is a song I hope you can sing me longer than just right now.
Untitled.
Oil on Canvas.
12x24in.
Rusted copper door knob and weathered door.
Norma Jean.
Oil on Canvas.
20x10in.
Norma Jean,
Melancholy's Queen,
instead of crowns with rubies
she has dreams
and love that makes no sense.
Like this man who cannot bleed
or feel feelings he won't need
as he spins her madly 'round
till she's left deeper in the ground
than mice or dust or roaches go.
There are truths his conscience does not know.
In terms of moats or castles,
right or wrong,
his rectangle is as wide as it is long.
and she don't understand why
not all birds can fly
and not all kings can kiss
Queens they'd never miss.
They are you and I am me,
Melancholy Queens,
just sweet, lonesome, Norma Jeans.
Clothed in Night.
Oil on Linen.
24x12in.
suspicion on her breath.
Rosemary.
Oil on Canvas.
20x10in.
The worst of them all.
Feathers in her Hair.
Oil on Canvas.
10x20in.
Might I say how beautiful you look today with feathers in your hair?
If only I could kiss you now
and from your lips grow wings;
how many mile of sky would i dare allow between us?
Enough to disappear
only to emerge through the glint of your eye.
I will always return to you
to shed my wings.
To pluck each feather one by one from my lonesome bones
and return them to your hair so that I can no longer fly so far from you.
Then again,
I might just kiss your lips once more
and fly away
in beautiful
endless
sky.
How He Hung the Moon.
Oil on Canvas.
10x20in.
Unsure.
Oil on Canvas.
9x12in.
I'm not sure I believe anything I feel.
Running.
Oil on Canvas.
12x9in.
Running Away from or towards you?
Naive.
Oil on Canvas.
12x9in.
If my eyes could open wider now
then maybe i would see
through the clearer haze of bluer eyes
maybe i'd see green.
not just rushing fields of loneliness
through windows of passing trains
who never veer off their tracks
or come long enough to stay.
Haley.
Oil on Canvas.
10x20in.
We Are Made of Dreams and Bones.
Oil on Canvas.
20x20in.
From: 'The Garden" by: Peter, Paul, and Mary
inch by inch, row by row, gonna make this garden grow.
all it takes is a rake and a hoe and a piece of fertile ground.
inch by inch, row by row, someone bless these seeds I sow
someone warm them from below
til the rain comes tumbling down.
Pulling weeds and picking stones
we are made of dreams and bones.
I feel the need to grow my own cause the time is close at hand.
Grain for grain, sun and rain, i'll find my way in natures chain.
Tune my body and my brain to the music of the land.
Plant your rows straight and long,
temper them with prayer and song.
Mother earth will keep you strong if you give her love and care.
An old crow watching hungrily from his perch in yonder tree
in my garden i'm as free as that feathered thief up there.
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Without our dreams we are no more than bones.
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Fishin' For the Moon in the Sea.
Oil on and old Shutter.
18.5x42in.
Fishin' for the moon in the sea
is the same as wishin'
you'd fall in love me.
Many times I thought
I had the moon on my line,
and many times I wished
that you would be all mine.
I'm a fool I know, chasing you,
catching my own shadow
is easier to do.
And wishing that you'd fall in
love with me
is like fishin' for the moon in the sea.
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