Days keep moving forward and still we patiently wait for another shoe to drop, the morning alarm, correct words or proper moment, courtesy or a cure (at least a sign); we want to feel safe from harm or harassment, having already tasted too much. We wait for the courage, attitudes to change, still sensing delay […]

Perspective, perception, space between each line. The subject bare, a body in its most poetic form. Two-minute sketch, a pose, little time to see behind the image. Like any other person, a life, nobody truly knows. Exposed. Angles and curves, skin, illustration, details, expression, impression of all that is there, and what is accounted for. […]

Never is  it nothing.                      Emptiness          takes on a shape.    Malignant depth  bereft of benevolence,                     sensuously                     insensitive,    it fills the space  it is allowed.                        A void.                    A voice,    as easily  as it is given,                          it can be                     taken away.  […]