Piano Man

The magic they induced was like serendipity dripping off their tongues. It soaked deep within every fiber of their being and it hung heavy in their lungs. … Piano Man caught her eye in the front of the class, back in ’97. Tickling the ivories on his desk, she thought she had died and gone unto…

Triptychs – Macro Orgasms

I take a lot of macro shots of random objects with a special camera lens. I decided to display them in triptych themes, using old and weathered window frames and modern, brushed-metal frames. Here are some below. Tell me what you think! Would you like macro orgasms & triptychs in your home?

Just When the Caterpillar Thought the World Was Over…

“No matter how dark the night might be, never be afraid to spread your wings and fly!” “Just when the caterpillar thought the world was over, it became a butterfly.” “When she transformed into a butterfly, the caterpillars spoke not of her beauty, but of her weirdness. They wanted her to change back into what…

Buttered Jeans & Firm Tires

(side note: I call my friend Monkey Sauce and he calls me Raptor) Monkey Sauce: “Also had a ham sammich with lots of butter.” Raptor: “Never had a butter ham sammich before! Why is Minnesota known for it’s butter consumption? My Grandparents, Aunts and Uncles used to eat sammiches with butter on them all the…

Cadence – Outline and Notes

CADENCE The Rise and Fall through Bipolar Disorder, Alcoholism and Recovery It isn’t in how hard you fall, it’s in how far you rise. … FOCUS: Bipolar Disorder, Alcoholism, Obsession, Travel, Music and Recovery “cadence – A progression of chords moving to a harmonic close, point of rest, or sense of resolution. A rise and fall.” … Killer…

The Bottom of the Bottle

What’s at the bottom of the bottle, you ask? The Universe, self-contained, so it fits in your flask. To showcase creation and to display what was shown; The answers to questions and to mysteries unknown. Take it for a spin and into your throat; With a shot here and there, your head starts to float. Let it gently…

Santa, it’s Showtime… Swing It.

Electro Swing, where have you been my whole life? Had I listened to you a year ago, you’d have ended my strife. Instead I fell in love with him, in my dreams and on a whim. … Knock my socks off and dance in the rain! Struttin’ on the rooftops for Santa … Lizzy’s barefoot and she’s ending…

This Christmas.

This Christmas will be different. This Christmas, I will not be celebrating you nor all that you do. All that you’ve done. All that you’ve seen. All that you’ve believed. And all that you’ve been. … This Christmas will be different. This Christmas, I will not raise a tree; instead, I’ll celebrate what rises up…

Conversations with Mom, cont…

Me (singing): “Let’s get out those old phonograph records…those old phonograph records!” Mom: “What? Polly wants a cracker?” Mom, no. Just. No.

Happy Feet

Nothing is wrong today. I am not sure I know how to exist in this…so, let’s just DANCE!

Unfolding

Just had a great chat with a friend. He showed me a piece of artwork he was working on. Always in progress. I love the way he looks at it. He never sees the piece in his mind until something happens inside him and he begins. Even then, it doesn’t always fully develop. He could…