"Laura's husband Dan, his mentor Mrs. Patron and his one time lover Artsy."
Monday morning at the breakfast table Dan and Laura had shared small talk mostly about her trip to San Francisco. Dan was well aware of their weekend discussion about Laura calling Greg, her Greg rings and possible consequences. He left...
"You never know how strong you are until when being strong is the only thing you can be"
Enclosed within the four walls of her messy studio, she unveiled her canvas and continued the work that kept her awake all night due to the excitement to see its results. A brush on her hand and a palette on...
"Teri the model and I become lovers"
‘Do you fancy a drink?’ It was the end of another art class, the last of that term in fact. Isobel had made her apologies for a quick getaway and I had been hoping she might take me home with...
"Ira, Cole and Noël are dead; Julie London too. So I wrote this song instead and sing it just for you"
The gallery was free, yet full Of endless dull Depictions with no wonder thundering In my heart or head. I stood instead And gazed within: why must my ordinary life Forever imitate art? * There! Amongst the moulded marble Art,...
Her heels clacked as she strode purposefully across the parquet floor of the small, independent art gallery. It was late morning, midweek in early November and she almost had the place to herself. She had plenty of time and space...
"I awaken in the dark with arms and legs wrapped around my body."
Damn it's hot out here. I hate summer. I would of course live where it never rains or snows. Sun everyday, day in day out. You know it's really hot when you step outside and it's so bad it pisses...
"A woman decides that she's better off without men but discovers a new object of love at an art class"
I was completely submerged in water, the only part of me that was sticking up was the top of my head and my nose so that I could breath. It was so warm my head span even though I was...
Posing Ties Your hands are above you as you pose for me. It’s a difficult one to hold, but after me complementing you on it you were insistent that be one of the poses I draw you in. As fine...
Every finger brushing skinLike the soft glide of paint on canvasEvery sigh or moan, a melody,To which we will dance,And I will find my muse along your curveIn your eyes I read a poem, No…An epic to rival Odysseus and...
