Peering into the Canvas — All art is a story. Every creator is saying something. But we don’t always get it at first. It’s embedded. The meaning or narrative is baked in — infused. Half of the fun at galleries is asking your friends which pictures speak to them and what are they saying. Every…

the Passing of Storms — the hourglass got bent … when no one else was looking time stole the drink away … with scratches at the chest snow melt made a storm on the mountain and half of us drove sketchily … since the road was barely drawn cars got spun the other way … with chains around…

The Speaking Bottle — There are certain friends … I peeled back the label … and it said, in a moment, what it always had said Paxis Vinho 750 millimilliliter, drink at your own discretion, drink so you might forget It was 12.5 percent toxins — the other points nefarious — everybit of it…

Because it’s Beautiful — not once did the forest despise its traveler with dry leaf for crunchfeet, it laughed whenever it was entered days when children were unafraid to play … it hung necklaces around their heads … and entered in much dies in its midst … most every year but so much more ……

A Poem GPCHAT could not produce Sit by the fire … till you’re tired in the face kiss those little whiskers … while sipping whiskey Drive the cattle … home and things — niche your heels in space ride the snow hills deep … when you get frisky Take your…

A Dank Tale with Questions — if some of them could reach through time … would you feel the choking tug at the hem of your neckline? or did you suppose they would be proud of your thoughts proud of your shows you watch and the rakespills on your lawn? since we work hard — just look, there’s sweat at…

A Song you can’t Sing (And GPCHAT couldn’t create this) Examine what’s in the front right pocket of my Levis Some anchored rope — that if you tug it — nothing can ever be safe there again? Some diabetic bills — who knows where they’ve been, or who snuffed what from them…