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 about 1 year ago, 2 comments so far.
End Of Season
Posted about 1 year ago, 2 comments so far.
Martin/Barak
Posted about 1 year ago, 5 comments so far.
50 Things
Posted about 1 year ago, 3 comments so far.
New Free Multimedia Presentations
Posted about 1 year ago.
Piece by Piece
Posted about 1 year ago, 5 comments so far.
The Last Raspberry
Posted about 1 year 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…
