Painting: Edinburgh
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Exhausted
I gather sea salt with lacerated hands and make a nest to sit in. I look into the empty sky and chew on blackthorn bushes and grapevines that have grown around my neck and died over the years. They splinter and crack and fall around my feet as I stand up and walk to the…
My Last Love
I hold her hand to keep her from falling away from me. To a place where language is meaningless, and love is only a noun. I embrace her as tightly as I can with my four fingers in her palm. She is startled and confused by me every morning. “It’s me, Thomas, my love. I’ll…
The Last Woman I Will Ever Love
I hold her hand to keep her from falling away from me. To a place where language is meaningless, and love is only a noun. I embrace her as tightly as I can with my four fingers in her palm. She is startled and confused by me every morning. “It’s me, Thomas, my love. I’ll…
The ember.
And from my nest in the woods I carried my ember into the wind. “Lay down your fire and rest with me.” She said. I replied by running harder into the dry brittle grass. I narrowed my sight on the farthest end of the field And struggled to keep my flame alive.
Bradford L. Salamon painting my portrait
I had the privilege of being the subject of one of Bradford J. Salamon’s paintings. This was a high point in my creative journey for a couple of reasons. One is the honor of having a portrait done by such a fantastic artist whose work I have loved and respected for longer than I realized…
A little chat with myself at the age of 17
I was asked a question on social media after changing my profile picture to me at 17 years old. My friend Raymond asked, “What advice would the current you give the young cat in the current profile picture ???” So I figured I’d answer in this blog. You’re not as deep as you think. Although you…
Humanity Is Amazing
Humanity is amazing. It has invented the most beautiful ideas In the most terrible situations. It’s coped with, and overcome grave dangers and suffered through the worst of situations and still has been able to find that point of light in the darkness. It has lifted people up to build and pushed those down who…
For the Love of Art
Some thoughts bouncing around my head about art at 11 pm on a Tuesday evening. All art is an exchange between the artists’ vision and capability, between the artists’ loves and anxieties, between their work and the consumer of their work. There is an intimacy in these exchanges which, when welcomed, creates an awareness of…