“The wolf was on me and me dogs were on it. Lasted the briefest of moments before they all run off with the fear o’ the approachin’ bogle drivin’ ‘em on.
I can see into your soul
If you let me…
Because your body language betrays you
With a nervous laugh
A shifting gaze
An innocuous folding of the arms
The way you hold your mouth when you look at me
Picture of the Twin Towers in the Video, as I dedicate a painting called, “Freedom Sails,” to our present conditions of the world. The painting shows the American Flag….Sailing.
slyly and in
as the oars shake
The Battle as it played with corresponding artworks
- indicates move to nominated square
X indicates piece taken on that move
+ indicates check
White left Black Right
1. e2-e4 ……………………
My NEW project on Kickstarter…. “Super Alphabet”
To her I’m a man
In garmets fine
She mistakes bloodlust
For too much wine
Alexander pressed forward … I fought the urge to step back at his approach, refusing to be dominated.
I had fine clothes made for a skintight fit. I found the roots and leaves to make my hair silken, my cheeks colored, and my lips look full. Men no longer ignore me. Now they call me a slut.
The goddess stands, her head held high.
Long hair cascades over her pale shoulders.
A dark shroud of shimmering light.
Truth and beauty are her shield and sword.
Grace and wisdom, her faithful companions…
Schizophrenia and the artist
Atop A spotted Faeriestool
A Faerie came to me,