come a stranger
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Musica
ripe in the heart of august, harvesting pollen,a bumble bee hunts and hovers,hums in the hibiscus beside me,cream-white dust on face and furry back, leg baskets heavy, while i eat breakfast on the deck,relishing the sweet-tang of burst blueberry,rereading a well-loved novel,harvesting the chances and choicesof mina, dicey, tamer, and bullet. sudden tears well up… Continue reading
My Story
In 2014, I grab an unexpected opportunity to paint.
To make art.
I get hooked.
In 2015 I start a blog—a diary of my creative practice.
I post my paintings and their stories. The good, the bad, the ugly.
In 2025 I begin writing poetry and include a poem and painting in each post.
My compass points: shake hands with fear, be playful, get messy, trust my gut.
