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Under The Weather

8/31/2021

*Landscape 1* Oil On Paper

Nothing
To
Say
Today,
Dry
As
The
Sky,
Dry
As
The
Desert
I Pass
By.
To
The
East
They’re
Soaking
Wet,
To
The
West
Is
Scorched
Regret.
One
Way,
Debris
Scattered
To
The
Sea,
While
The
Opposite
Side
Is
Completely
Fried.
I Still
Have
Little
To
Say,
But
Here
By
The
Mountain
Is
Where
I’ll
Stay.

Shopping

8/29/2021

*Balthazar Denner*

I Saw
A
Lady
Of
Great
Age
At
The
Grocery
Store,
Holding
A
Page
Of
Coupons,
Checking
A
List
To
See
What
She
Had
Missed.
She
Wore
A
Coat
From
About
1955,
The
Fur
Collar
Once
Feral
And
Alive.
Actually,
She
Touched
My
Heart
By
Looking
So
Antique
Smart,
And
I Smiled
As
She
Strolled
On
Down
The
Aisle,
A
Note
Of
Grace
In
A
Neon
Space.

Friday Thoughts

8/27/2021

At
This
Juncture,
Time
Will
Puncture
Various
Dreams
And
Outlandish
Schemes.
For
Example,
I’ll
Never
Have
Ample
Cash
To
Buy
A
Yacht,
And
I Haven’t
Got
The
Wherewithal
To
Acquire
A
Fine
Horse,
Complete
With
Stall
And
Pretty
Stable,
Or
Be
Able
To
Purchase
Without
A
Monetary
Hassle,
A
Splendid
English
Castle.
Not
To
Grieve,
Likely,
I Will
Never
Leave,
Unless
A
Massive
Buried
Treasure
Is
Found,
Before
I’m
The
One
Under
Ground.

Shadows

8/25/2021

*Clara Lieu* Shadows

Stepping
Into
A
Warm
Place
In
The
Air,
As
Though
Someone
Had
Just
Been
There,
The
Scent
Of
Wet
Cement,
A
Hushed
Sound
And
You
Turn
Around
To
See
The
Little
Hell
Of
Farewell,
Then
Memory
Drops
It’s
Transparent
Veil
And
Is
Gone,
As
You
Hurry
On.

Again

8/23/2021

*Juliet* 36" H X 30" W Oil On Linen

Every
Day
Is
Something
Of
A
Climb,
A
Measurement
Of
Time
Dispensed
According
To
The
Space,
Putting
Everything
Into
It’s
Proper
Place,
Rearranging
Vagrant
Hours,
Tasks
That
Bloom
Like
Dusty
Flowers,
Petals
Falling,
Duty
Calling,
Making
It
All
Come
Right
Before
The
Night.

Artwork

8/21/2021

*Cityscape 2* 24" H X 30" W Oil On Canvas

Miss
Mulgrew
Had
All
She
Could
Do
To
Keep
Cool
While
Following
Each
Written
And
Unwritten
Rule
Laid
Down
In
Strict
Demands
By
Unseen
Hands.
Always
Coloring
Inside
The
Lines
Is
Detrimental
To
The
Mind,
And
Any
Art
Is
Torn
Apart.
One
Fine
Day,
Miss
M.
Broke
Through,
And
Knew
With
Awe
That
Making
Something
New
Always
Breaks
The
Law.

August 19th, 2021

8/19/2021

Self Portrait

8/19/2021

*Steinberg*

That
First
Line
In,
We
Begin
To
Build
A
Tale,
Knowing
Full
Well
That
Godlike,
We
Create
Bold
Hero
Selves,
Disguised
To
Other
Eyes,
Our
Hidden
Image
On
Every
Page.

Antivaxers

8/17/2021

Root
And
Branch,
Stalk
And
Leaf,
Build
Into
Belief
And
Grow
Strong,
Even
If
It's
Wrong,
Even
If
You
Die
From
A
Malignant
Lie
By
Politicians
With
Cruel
Intentions.
Fool,
Here's
A
Ventilator,
And
After
That,
The
Incinerator.

Birdbath

8/15/2021

The
Sprinklers
Run
And
The
Doves
Come,
Splay
Their
Wings,
And
Dance
Through
The
Spray.
Bathing
In
The
Cool
Of
The
Day,
Then
A
Sudden
Hurry,
A
Fast
Flurry,
And
They
Fly
Away.