The Watchers

Its high noon. Sun blazing. You awake in a field and birds are pecking your skin… an erratic…

the rainfall strains of the day remains gray cloudy skies hide the sun and last goodbyes the autumns…

â€œI am only one of many who stand in the voidâ€Â the leader spoke. His voice was strong…

Reblogging my poetry submission for Hastywords #BeReal project > This Mask. Be sure to check out all the…

The above picture is the preliminary pencil drawing on acrylic canvas board for a new horse painting. I…

Please note: This is the beginning of a series of posts where I will work my way through…

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