Tag: sketch

  • Springtime Sketchbook

    I don’t remember ever seeing as many flowers as I’ve seen this Spring. Daffodils, tulips, pansies, posies, hyacinth, daisies, and morning glories. You can’t swing a dead cat in this town without hitting one.“It’s spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you’ve got it, you want—oh, you don’t quite know […]

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  • She Comes To Me

      She comes to me in silent dreamsWhen there’s nothing to sayShe comes to me in whispersThat take my breath awayShe comes to me with questionsWhose answers break my heartShe comes to me with nothingThat becomes a work of artShe comes to me in memoriesAs brittle as old boneShe comes to me with lonelinessThat won’t […]

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  • I Make Myself Sick

    I make myself sick When the will to keep going evaporates I make myself lie When the truth becomes unacceptable I make myself quiet When every sound is a call to arms When every word is the tip of a blade When every heartbeat is a betrayal I make myself a hunted beast With self-inflicted […]

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  • When Dreams End

    Every morning when dreams endAnd sometimes in the nightI rise up and get to work Digging up the metalFrom the rock that used to be my gutsMelt it in the furnace that used to be my heartCool it in the freezer that used to be my dreams And work until my muscles cramp Until my […]

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