Friday, March 16, 2012. Stale smoke hanging in the air, like cooled grease a top a day old soup. Lonely, longing, my mother is staring out the front window. I can see it in her face, in her movement. Can hear it in her silence. I want to say something,. But I merely walk through, dispelling the cloud. Yesterday we buried her mother. The wind so cold, hot tears burn and freeze,.

Saturday, December 22, 2012. This was a commission piece for my friend Emma. It is graphite on a 9x12 paper. Tuesday, May 29, 2012. This badboy is still in the process. I work on it little by little over the years. Thursday, May 3, 2012. Acrylic on medium weight paper -.

Thursday, January 31, 2013. There is a sweet relief these days. To let the others speak the words,. To watch the sun turn into ice, and ice to rain, and rain to snow,. And not to put them in the prison of my mind,. Not cage the wild ideas that hiss at me and fly. And hold them in the sweaty palm of my control. There is no ready turn of phrase. To hold the things that I have heard,. Enfold and capture all these dreams, these tears, these smiles, these things I know. Monday, April 9, 2012.

Sunday, September 14, 2014. I want to close my eyes and sleep. Weather the storm, each gale and wave. Long distance strength, courageous and brave. I want to hold your gentle hand. And on your shoulder rest my head. Ah home at last! Close my eyes and hear you breathe. Just let my false misgivings leave. Sunday, September 7, 2014. Or out of sight out of mind? I was gone, the deployment was long. So is it AT1 now? .