shelf of books

containers of words
naked staring at my books
flocks and herds of books

cornucopia

his yawn was fatal
sharp cornucopia spear
he was full of fruit

The Bearded Lady

he wanted some proof
he knew she was a woman
but he liked to look

tragedy at sea

the sea was not kind
her love was taken away
she drowned in sorrow

Grace sits

Grace Bowman sits here
she is just a teenager
she knows solitude

Grace Bowman

Grace, she has no friends
but she can be so friendly
she's just a large girl.

daily sketches and haiku .....

I have been neglectful of my poor lil blog lately. I've decided to start posting daily sketches. It keeps me in practice and keeps my brain breathing. I decided to accompany each sketch with a haiku. Just some random thoughts illustrated and verbalized. Each image is right out of my sketchbook......... here we go.