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 *Nude In Landscape 2* 16" H X 20" W Oil On Linen Slumber
Dreamer, Couched Among The Flowers, By The Sparkling Stream In Solitary Hours, Lost In A Fervid Tale Of Danger And Romance, Waiting, Perchance For A Lover, Who Will Find Her Amid Nature’s Sheltering Cover.
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 *Santa Fe* 30" H X 24" W Oil On Canvas High
The Thing About Santa Fe Is Nothing There Is Everyday. Somehow, I step Back In Time With Every Foot I climb To Come At Last To Merge Into The Past. Seven Thousand Feet High, Clouds And Holiday Crowds Swirl By, And There Above It All, The Mountains Cast Their Eternal Thrall, Whispering Come, Come, And Forget Your Useless Regret.  *Monsoon Sky* 16" H X 20" W Oil On Linen* Above
In New Mexico June And July, You Can See The Monsoon Sky. Clouds Gather To Fill The View, Reflecting The Sun To The Desert Dry, Turning The Mountains Purple And Blue, Making The Sands A Golden Hue. Soon, The Billows Will Darken To The Color Of Pain, And Bring Sweet Rain.  *Landscape 2* Oil On Paper Vista
Autumn Hills, Rainbow Colors In The Rifts And Rills. Fragile Hues That They Will Lose To Greys And Browns As Winter Frowns And In Chill Hours Freezes The Mountain Flowers.  *A Summer Afternoon* 12" H X 10" W Oil On LInen At Five
I would Grow To Be A Hero, I was Sure It Would Be So. Little Did I know. My Brother In His Flight, My Father In The Night, My Mother A Faded Image, My Dog To Old Age. That World Became An Empty Page. Memory Lost, The Cost Too Steep To Pay, Soon Fell Away. Yet Here I labor, On, All Of Them Gone.  *RT SANTA FE* 30" H X 36" W Oil On Linen Art Show
My Poster Girl For Triumphs Past, But Exhibitions Do Not Last. That Night Of Fright, Cheese And Wine, Glitter And Shine, Of Chilly Stares By People Unaware Of What It Took To Provide A Casual Evening’s Look, Fashionable, There Only To Make The Scene. How It Ends Depends. The Artists Laugh, Take Photographs, Never Willing To Grieve, Take Down The Work And Leave.  *Glance* 48" H X 36" W Acrylic On Canvas Transient
Life Is A Book And As We Age, Time Turns The Page Before We Care Or Are Aware. Who We Were Becomes Who We Are, The Future Ever Near, The Past Not Far, Still Bravely Bold, Not New, Not Old.  Journey To Madrid* 20" H X 32" W Oil On Linen Trip
The Road To Madrid Winds Up And Down Toward The Antique Artsy Town. There You Can Buy Jewelry, Leather Goods And Trinkets No One Really Should. The Things The Cheerful Hippies Make Are Half Real And Half Fake, But I can Relate, For Once That Might Have Been My Fate. I stop There For A Cold Drink And Nobody Cares What I think, Then I go On My Way, Headed For Santa Fe.  *Passage* 20" H X 24" W Oil On Linen October Dusk
Twilight Seeps Between The Hills And Keeps The Land Below In Autumn’s Subtle Glow. A Line Of Poplar Trees Holds The Breeze At Bay, To Save Their Rusted, Fiery Leaves For One More Day.  *Reclining Nude* 16" H X 20" W Oil On Linen Testament
*For Dr. Christine Blasey Ford* Here Is A Woman Of Delight, Posed Against Encroaching Night, Speaking What Is True And Right, Despite The Jeers That Drown Out Cheers. Rise Up, Rise Up, Women Everywhere And Take A Stand Against The Villains Of This Land, Who In Their Arrogance And Pride, Will Say The Best Of Us Has Lied. |
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October 2018
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