Thoughts, Poetry, Events

Solo Exhibit photos!

The exhibit was a wonderful event! Thank you to West Loop Chiropractic for hosting and for the many friends, neighbors and new friends who stopped by.

Gift Poetry

The kingdom of God is A gift It is not achieved by a list Nor human effort or strain Without merit or claim Received by the Helpless Life, for the Lifeless Gates opened wide No patrons inside Only the meek and meager The humble believers Who took Christ at His Word The Word that Became Flesh That lived, breathed and …

Solo Exhibit Upcoming!

August 17, 6:30-8:30 at 16 N Peoria in the West Loop Sport Injury Center. Join us for a wide range of art to browse and purchase, photography from the East Village Series, West Loop Series, Wicker Park Series and more! Acrylic paintings of Lily Pads and Pastures. Watercolor of Still Life and abstract Flowers. Complimentary wine and rolling table massage:)

Voyage Chicago Post

News: Onion Dome image is featured on the website Voyage Chicago, see link below! Interview to come! http://voyagechicago.com/2018/08/08/flashes-strokes-tale-two-mediums-2/

Poetry “Greenhouse”

Oh greenhouse so lovely, Summer in winter Leaves raise and stand proud Not swirling outside Respites reward for those who seek Places of peace Perches of gaity, unroll like candy Nooks of detail Spots, spikes, holes and shadows Textures bend and spill Sprinkles of water lie on leaf Mirroring architecture Laced with light, laughing Brimming, fluttering faster Red poinsettias smile …

Poetry “Wash”

Wash, steam, heat Body loosens Dirt gone, stench wiped Covered with flowers Skin tightens, flakes shed Reminder of death Snakes skin does not grow Parasites it holds Our bodies heal restore Expand, increase, develop None of which we design or control Oh Giver of Life, Passover Lamb Wash us with your blood each day Spirit dwell in us we pray …

Poetry “Sacrifice”

The more we comprehend sacrifice, The more we see love. Love of things beautiful and glorious. Just a petal, a spray of perfume. Would a wedding bring tears, Had not the father given the bride? What about the mother bird, Who shelters with her side. The pounding, the cold, the suffering. Love not understood, but we sing. Offering of comfort …

Poetry “Tulips Bend”

Praise begets praise When our voices raise Thoughts rise with the sun And worship the holy one Golden light doth lay On everything the creator made To feel Him near, And share delight Is like a day never ending in night Lord I love thee with all that I am From a feeble woman to little lamb I was designed …