
Watercolor and ink.

Light and fun
this twisted
musical
trio
of keys,
congas
and
bango,
sing the
key of
whatever key
you need.
Acrylic paint
on paper mache’

Cut
flowers
detailed in ink
grew into
a St. Paddy’s day
bouquet
washed in
watercolor.

The musician
played guitar,
lost in the rhythms
and lead licks
while nearby,
the moment
came alive
on paper,
strumming lines,
loose,
fast,
pure folly,
whimsical,
with no sense
of what might
appear.

This tulip
grew from
a powerful
seedling
with muscular
branches,
and hand-like
leaves,
and then
she looked at me
and laughed,
for she had
grown two lips
and she sang and
smiled.

A single drink,
led to…
an opening,
a new thought,
a changed
direction,
and then came
a collage,
some lace,
and whatever
could be found,
not knowing
an ending,
a destination,
it didn’t matter.
That drink,
satisfied,
a thirst.