Boyd Miller
Profile
I am an artist and writer living on the Oregon coast. My passions are gardening, photography, fine art painting, writing and seeking peace in my life. I am retired and now have the time and peace of mind to do my art and writing full time. I am married, have grown children and grandchildren. I have a degree in fine art and have exhibited and sold my art throughout the USA and in Europe. I paint for myself and on commission only now, having given up on the commercial gallery scene. I have had many poems and short stories published and am working on several large writing projets. It is the process of creating that thrills me and gives me a sense of accomplishment.
Groups
Boyd Miller is a member of Abstract Art, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Beach Art, Colors of Water, Colour Me Vibrant Red!, Fabulous Flowers, Fine Arts, Hunting and Fishing the Great Outdoors, Masterpiece: Art, Pacific Northwest , Painters In Modern Times, Realist Traditional Art, Safe Haven, Short stories - Spherical Scriptings, Stop and Smell the Roses, Water Media (Paintings by hand only), Waves, Western United States Artists and Photographers, WMG and You're Accepted.
Journal Entries
Box of Chocolates
Posted 9 months ago, 2 comments so far.
End Of Season
Posted 9 months ago, 2 comments so far.
Martin/Barak
Posted 10 months ago, 5 comments so far.
50 Things
Posted 10 months ago, 3 comments so far.
New Free Multimedia Presentations
Posted 10 months ago.
Piece by Piece
Posted 10 months ago, 5 comments so far.
The Last Raspberry
Posted 11 months ago, 3 comments so far.
Art
Writing
Mr. Alex (part three)
Mr. Alex I came to call him Mr. Alex / At his request of course / A compromise of familiarity / If not a complete capitulation / He had been a High school English Teacher / Contracted polio at 38 /…
Beginnings
Beginnings How I wish I had something from my father’s heart / Not his physical remnants or possessions / Not the stories second hand / Painted by grief’s unresolved colors / Maybe words to nar…
Hey Kid ( part two )
Another Day The creek splashed noisily below / The cut banks covered with wildflowers / And ripe wild strawberries / I eased my way into the water crossing / A hundred yards or so above the bend /…
Hey Kid
Hey Kid (Part One) “Hey kid”, he yelled gruffly / From his wheelchair / In the wisterias shadows / Of his falling down porch / “Come here”, impatiently / He ordered like a king / As I …
I Suppose
I suppose I suppose it was inevitable / This collision of antagonists / An and pro switching roles / In bedeviling ruthlessness / Still I arrived at this threshold / Finding a path in my garden / S…
