the vision of youse
plural was as has
is hovering, a
hover, is imaged,
you slim thin human
vine that grows only
by intent for keeps
‘sthough; being human
ever full bloom/graped
luv’s million ants will
As an incentive for everyone to participate in the relief effort for those very unfortunate souls who lost everything because of hurricane Sandy, I am offering my work to be sold with ALL proc…
Fine Art America is a great artist website that really sells your work. I am really trying to get my work out there to get sold, so here is a link to some of my portraits. I hope you like them!
I am trying to get my worked noticed, so if you like, please go to the link I have provided below to take a look at some of my newest work from my recent trip to India! Thanks,…
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On March the 13th Joanne a twenty-two year old attempted suicide.
Most people say only cowards take their own life
Tomorrow is another day and so is the next day
It’s about two sisters who go for a ride on there pushbikes and when they come back to get them, they have gone. Two children go missing and one will be gone forever and the other, no one knows.
An African Folktale
The sound of first rikshaw bells
Is dressed in fragrance of fresh tea
The air is embroidered by gentle sun
And the wings of crows
Carrying the smell of morning pee.
All the best wishes to all of you, from both of us. Peace and goodwill to all….
Tina and Brad.
A Japanese man and his toddler son smiling and waving as the train went past. I couldn’t help but smile, and wanted to wave back, but they were already gone.
“WOW! Brilliant! Gorgeous! Stunning! I can’t believe these colors! Oh, I’ll just take one more photograph—-well, make that another twenty photographs—-before I have to move on!” During a late S…
On that day, I was there. That day, September 11 2001; there, New York City
Tranquility and grace filled the room as she wiped the tears away with the end of her sari and lifted her face to meet our eyes. It was a soulful moment.
The many vendors rushed up to the advancing train and stepped on board before it even stopped – selling tea, sandwiches, puri, samosas and the many assorted snacks and drinks.
In the morning the Black and White clan arrives.
“We’re here”, they sing, “Where’s the food?”