close my eyes click my heels three times I know, I know, I'm the one that left but you were already gone you left years ago. you know. I tried holding on. my hands were clenched so tightly I couldn't see the…
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ADVENTURE WITH DOG Quarantine, day sixteen. Wait until evening. Safer, less people. Less leash. The sky softly settles as we stroll into the sunset, city over one shoulder, forest just ahead. The moment we step off the paved path is when I…
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Your face is the northern shoreline with the ocean in your eyes, a gentle unstoppable rise. I rest my head upon your chest, feel the ebb and swell of your breath, run my hand through sandy stubble along your chin that scrapes…
Read MoreFamily & friends of Helen Yvonne (Haugen, Weber, Wettestad) Hamling, Here are links to her memorial program, just for reading: HelenYHamling_read print-ready file: Helen-Yvonne-Hamling_print Please feel free to download & share.
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At dawn I glimpse her face, winking behind the trees in quiet defiance of morning, stealing kisses from the sun. His already sweaty gaze is eager to consume her, eyes wild with the rise: panting, pulsing pigments like a feathered fowl in…
Read More5-11-16 | 9:11 a.m. at nine hours & eleven minutes, you were released of vicious painkillers- set adrift in a pink syringed sea without a set of gills. the whole room grew colder when the dr. spoke his line, "I'll give you…
Read MoreWhen the word “artist” is forced away and replaced with “designer,” I’m left with a hole in my gut that grumbles about something very much missing here. Why? Human beings have long sought structure in our visual lives. The design mind must…
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when I was a young girl, I met a very, very old man with a beard of colors named Art. he held out his hand wrinkled, shaking, and just barely grasping a brush "hold on to this for me, my dear" and…
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