The Home Place, an illustrated map of childhood 

  
Here’s a quick peek into what I’ve been working on. This autobiographical painting is a watercolor and ink exploration of my childhood home. Part map – part story, Nostalgia is at once a repository of childhood innocence and a visual narration of coming-of-age. 

I grew up in the big yellow house on the hill, among the fires and floods, the bobcats and bears. There was magic in special places. 

Nostalgia is watercolor and mixed media on 140 lb paper. It is approximately 42 x 50 inches unframed. 

   
   

Haiku & Photography

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Desert vacillates –

Winter one day, summer next –

Ah, inconstant spring.

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1,477.

Lewd stickmen gyre on

Airport stalls as Christmas songs

Chime through busy halls.
Humming Bird in the Fading Light

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At the pump again

Today – I feel I should just

Give my check away.

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1,479.

I’m beyond the breed,

My life a labyrinth of

Windows built of words.

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1,480.

My wishes dangle

On the ends of seeds, spilled by

Your juvenile breath.

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1,481.

Before the dawn it’s

The birds and me reflecting

Mercurial light.

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1,482.

Drawing in your breath

Do I take it or receive

With elastic skin.

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Shared fries and crazy.

We meet in the middle for

A dose of the same.

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1,484.

Dusty with regret –

The shelves a mausoleum

Of forgotten play.

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1,485.

Asanas and the

God in the sky; the hills fade

In his misty breath.

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1,486.

Golden light rains where

Clouds are broken, shafts that bridge

Atmospheric gloom.
Humming Bird in Flash
1,487.

‘Slow. Two right lanes closed.’

CalTrans orange at rush hour

Lengthens the commute.

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1,488.

Invisible rage.

Winds battle across the sky,

Striking passers-by.

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1,489.

Winds at war, blowing

Violently – my hair

Their first casualty.

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1,490.

Beyond the day grows,

Fistfuls of crayons in the

Hands of blooming light.

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1,491.

Wake up and check my

Feed – blue bird and FB. Oh!

Social media.

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1,492.

Poseidon’s breath and

Aurora’s prize, the gods

Make love and sunrise.

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1,493.

The moon and your lips

Smile at me, shining crescents

That carry me free.

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1,494.

Clouds enfold mountains –

Ghostly remembrances of

Your gentle touch.

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1,495.

Clouds feather above

In the flower-scented breeze –

Like my hair below.
Bird Feeder
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Veins lead to heart beats,

Power lines to central hubs,

And I lead to you.

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1,497.

Words are like the sky,

Crisp and clear or turbulent.

I am made of words.

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1,498.

Red light.  Green light.  Red.

This game’s less fun on the drive

To work: childhood lost.

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1,499.

No means no – even

In a red dress.  Though, I’m in

My blue jeans tonight.

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Concussive drops make

Stars of sound that lull me though

The storm-haunted night.

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These haiku first appeared on Twitter in the spring of 2012.  The humming bird photographs are from Thanksgiving weekend, Tucson, Arizona, 2012.