Storm clouds gather over sad citizens.
Continue readingclouds
Reckoning (a poem)
in halls of power,
they sit in towers
away from us
on ground level –
high in clouds
sunlight is pure
not so for poor &
weary travelers
Continue readingThe Church & the Park (a drawing)

Here’s another one of my art therapy drawings. Like many people, I love old churches, especially ones with big steeples and clocks. I also like this drawing because of the wide expanse of the grassy area.
Continue readingPink Cloud (a poem)
High above, over my head,
there’s a pink cloud glowing like heaven,
burning purple and blue, too:
Watching from the dirt.