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Irish Soup
Poems - Ramblings - Notes - Short Stories - Artwork - Potatoes
I'm always in a hurry to do nothing or to get to nothing. I promised myself to slow down and enjoy the painting, the poem, the day, the love of my life. Like itself.
It seems like forever has gotten longer.
A black moon
a burned out star
lost in darkness
More than anything, I am afraid of being uncrazy.
Aunt Alice, I love you. I hope you are having a good day.
I survive on silence and denial.
I can remember getting up in the morning and washing down three aspirins with a Coors before brushing my teeth.
Idleness is not just an indulgence or vice. It's peace and quiet. It's a necessary condition for looking at life, seeing in the past and in the future.
I see your face on every empty canvas.
It is truly an act of cruelty to create, even for a brief moment, this illusion of hope where none awaits.
The days here have been beautiful. Springlike. Not enjoying them as much as I should.
Aunt Alice, I hope you are feeling better. I miss your letters. Love you.
Georgia's new gun law let's people carry a gun in plain sight almost anywhere. You don't like the way someone is looking at you, don't hurt your hand hitting him. Just shoot him before he shoots you. :)
Baby sis, hi. How are my two sisters doing? Love you.
My painting, my writing has slowed down. My inspiration is on a break.
If I close my eyes tight enough, I can see your face lighting up the darkness.
There was a breeze blowing through the scrup oak as the sun was warming my skin. I could hear and feel the sounds of peace.
Oklahoma: I know why don't they just put a morphine drops in this vein and let them go out until they're dead? Too humane.
Happy Mother's Day to all you mothers. :)
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