Sunday, April 30, 2006

The clouds have come over dark and fast.
The winds blow as if in a gigantic hollow tube.
My words for help are not to be heard.
Once again I wait till confusion release its grip on my mind.

Sunday, April 16, 2006

At the crossroads and still undecided.

Tuesday, April 11, 2006

...just waiting to be picked up as the sun removes more and more of the blue sky and disintgrate the last of this beachy edge on which I have come to depend.

Saturday, April 01, 2006

It was just a game

A winner I was most times

Now I win always

- Ring Toss Hat

I was in the mood to create a hat but things got out of control when the hat decided it wanted to become a purse.

Somtimes I have no say in what is to be created.