An ode to fleeting love affairs "Love Sick" | Watercolor | 2019 Love Sick Distance gets in the way Across the ocean Time is an hour late Age a decade apart Yet A songbird sings soulfully Poetry unheard read aloud 30 questions, 30 answers A one month affair Impulse bear hugs Soft songs in the air A walk in the rain Hand gently held Early morning kisses All fond memories Or mere illusions In my spinning head

Why is the topic of death a taboo when it’s the most natural thing to happen to every living thing? We’ve all come face to face with it. Peter Pan sees death as another adventure although he is forever young and also fictional. Follow me as I contemplate about death and living. "Beautiful Death" | Watercolor, Gouache, and Acrylic | 2018 Losing Someone We all have lost a loved one. Some of you may have also witnessed a horrific experience. A cousin passed away recently due to

2010. A poem conceived during my extreme wanderlust that triggered a chain of significant and wondrous events in my life. Ride, ride, ride my pink bike Far, too far from my forgiveness Far, too far from my wanderlust Small steady steps are too big shoes to fill It's about time to finally let go Let go. My skin, my sins Keep me from bursting But I am in pieces Scattered, shattered with nothing to give nothing to hold Lost for words Lost in the world And lusting for the world!

This is the story of the most beautiful woman in the world who was doomed to suffer the consequence of such a gift. A Curse Máire possessed a beauty that cannot be compared nor described. She had eyes the color of the rain, hair of the golden sunrise and skin of the finest porcelain. Her laughter rang of tiny silver church bells and her mere presence brought a kaleidoscope of colors upon the dry and dull earth. Her voice was that of heavenly beings and hers was the purest of

A poem and painting about being brain dead, idle and frustrated due to a lack of motivation and inspiration to create something. "Writer's Block" | Acrylic on panel | 2007 I'm loosing touch Why is there too much beauty in the world that I cannot contain? What are the words that should be filling my void? The music that should have been my song? Fear— Afraid of nothing Nothing— Now composes my being There's no substitute for just a while Those irreplaceable briefs Suddenly no

Fresh from a trip in Japan and itching to paint, this image came to be together with the poem "The Sum of All" | Watercolor, ink and gold leaf on paper | 2017 It's my first thought this morning A remnant of last night's dream It's the burst of sweetness A remnant of bitterness— The Sakura tea ! I was thinking of the bygone blossoms And the fire from the matsuri, A symbol of rekindled passions And the burning desire to create And the spindles of self-doubt Mirrored through my

A poem about a pair of fashionable girls I saw on train in Berlin on New Year's Eve "Two Sassy Ladies" | Pen and Ink | 2017 Two sassy ladies off to a party wearing fur coats, cowboy boots, and shiny hair Saying, "Hurry, hurry, hurry!" #poetryandart #sketchbookart #fashionablegirls

A poem about change, courage, hope and positivity. "The Roads Are Turning" | Gouache & Digital | 2018 The days go so fast and I have just begun I must go for a thousand more and there aren't roads to run I drove for dreams to come— A golden curtain of the sun! I heard the mountain tops cry Where echoes return where they began My love is just a mirror— A sea foam in my head I shall weep alone today For when tonight's a hope for tomorrow, I'll be here where I stand! #poetryanda

Based on true events "Black Flower" | Watercolor, Gouache and Ink | 2018 I colored my sheep rainbow Then I colored my monkey yellow Its head in red and purple My teacher shook in sorrow I colored my rose black My teacher phoned my mother My mother asked me back Why color your flower black? Just so-so, I smiled back Then I painted her kitchen with lac. #poetry #childhoodmemory #blackrose