Head hung low, glasses slip like the tear lost in the folds of his beard. Entering their lives- his heart, and now she would leave. Thinking his heart broken before with her lying so still, so white from that tainted fruit. Heigh-ho.
My picture book, Pour the Sky, would feature acrylic pour paintings such as these focusing on the colors and landscapes mentioned in the text. I envision step by step photos as well as illustrated copies at the end of each "scene" depicting the magical elements mentioned in the story. I am open to other illustrative … Continue reading Acrylic Pour Samples
Happy Valentine's Day. It is this incredible holiday which brings out the best of everything: roses priced astronomically high, a plethora of heart-shaped candy boxes, stuffed animals out the wazoo and the ever-classic candy conversation hearts. These delectable treats are a staple of the holiday and have changed over the years with the waxing and … Continue reading Valentine’s Day- Don’t Forget the Teachers
"Gimme," Nickolai lamented endlessly. A bushy tail, stockpile of nuts, and all the latest toys did not satisfy him. Robin loved her friend despite his dissatisfaction. "You really don't want this," she cautioned, wings fluttering. "Please stay away…" Heedless of the warning, Nickolai got his- a case of the bird flu. Moral: Be happy … Continue reading Just Deserts
She stood at the kitchen sink, hands immersed in sudsy water with flecks of dinner's remains floating about. Mom sat at the kitchen table, letting us, her two youngest, clean up from the night's meal she had prepared. It was a typical evening scene until she felt a strange, sharp pain in her back shoulder-blade … Continue reading Knock Out
Faint is often used to describe a barely perceptible sight smell or sound, but can it not also describe my presence lately in the blogging world? I have barely been around. I have hardly touched my keyboard. I go about my day, a whirlwind into which I keep getting swept up, and I have many … Continue reading Faded Presence
"I'm tired of hearing you yell," stops me mid stride. The leash tightens around my hand and two toddlers run askew as I try to gain order, try to gather the pieces of myself that just shattered. Eyes downcast, heart heavy, I reply, "You're tired?"