Wet Wednesday waits
Drenched with sweat and lies,
Storm clouds gather to grumble
as they spread across the skies.

Shards of shattered friendship
Slice deeper with every gash,
The promise of rain is broken
When lightning refuses to flash.

Earth beckons her children
to suckle mountain breasts,
while rivers flow to oceans
and valleys are laid to rest.

Hardened by the passing of time,
She walks barefoot through fire
and vows as queen of her own mist
to nevermore relinquish desire.

No more
holding back
to stroke male egos.

No more
tamping herself down
to hide her core strength.

No more
dimming her own lamp
so others can light the night.

No more.
She vowed nevermore,
and then she laughed.



Free (a wee)


This one is for the dollhouse gallery.  Faber Castell Polychromos & Aquarelles.

She just wants to be free…

Tuesday’s Masquerade

This is one of the two drawings I submitted for entry into a local Women Artists show.

I’m kind of glad it was rejected because I like it much better now that I trimmed it down to 11×14 inches to re-use an old 16×20 mat and frame. Otherwise, I would have had to take it to a frame shop and lay down some serious cash. (A frame shop quoted $200 to frame one of my larger drawings.) Even DIY with a new frame can be costly. By re-using freebies and thrift shop finds, I can pass the savings on.

The original name of this piece was “Mask” but after discussions with my sister, we agree that “Tuesday’s Masquerade” is a better title. She looks a little witchy in a Fat Tuesday carnival kind of way.

Thank you for viewing my art!

PHOTO: snapped outside hanging on my neighbor’s fence, with not too much reflection going on. I should have photographed it before framing. If you live local and want to see it in person, let me know.