more from deer isle

we took turns laying on our stomachs on that bed of moss

colors lost and found

the blanket she left in portugal

they throw rocks in the lake when they tell it goodbye

whispers by the river

the place that she wrote about on that lined yellow paper

for the potters and for bradbury

they build palaces out of brick to protect the pots

and the light behind me casts shadow on the paper in front of me, my neck grows like those belonging to the golden martians in bradbury's stories, and i felt exquisite thinking of those african princesses and their many necklaces

galloping along the edges of deer isle

stuart galloped right past me and
he's not even a horse, he's a human

spider webs on the tops of small pines,

blow in the wind like the sails of ghost ships

small lines, long tales

the lovely danielle spurge and i have an upcoming show May 5 at aviary gallery in JP

we hope you can make it!

after bosch

the good side of the garden

exhibited at the Lincoln Arts Project's

BOGUS: Famous Works by Unfamous Artists

March 28 - April 21

gardens and lakes

she wraps her plants in plastic, river street 4-5

the morning the clouds visited the ground

crosswords and twin lakes

seas, spiders, and gray angels

and mrs. h, who wears her long, gray hair in a braided bun, spoke to me once from her doorstep. told me all that gray-green land was hers but, it's kept secret

six spiders in the basement

ginger rogers' silver lining

and the dead sea goes on being dead

here

pink snow at night

gram gets eaten by her chair

arlee saves the day

circles in the snow where the coyotes sleep, in search of the golden bridge

3 and a half packs of "kools" extra long

there

the hill we'd walk to after dinner in the sunset town

ocean beach where the sky turns different shades of blue

wholly imaginary

britley's cupcakes

starting work at a new cupcake bakery in west bridgewater of all places.

opens friday, checkacheckacheck it.

we're serving cold stone ice cream too. so spread the word

forgotten from firenze

gray wednesday morning

eyes closed by the river 1

some forgotten from firenze

the woman at the market at santo spirito gives a second life to those dead flowers 10-20

the wizard at palazzo de republica with the orange pants

teeth on the shark teeth a la specola

smoking in the court yard with luca and alessandra