This makes me think of my daughter in daycare. She and one of the daycare personnel developed an art relationship. My daughter brought home pages with lines of color painted, parallel lines, color spectrums. I still have one on the wall at home.
poems, flash fiction and photographs
Tripping the world, slowly
A site for my creative writing endeavors, writing prompt responses, and experimentation.
EXPLORING THE TEENAGE DIASPORA
Things I should be telling myself
A photographic journey through the North of England, Scotland and Wales
short poems for short attention spans
beauty is in the eye of the beholder