Here is a little thing I wrote and a bit off my morning coffee mixed with some ink to make a lovely little ukulele image to go with my words. You can find this poem and the accompanying illustration in my book – A Coffee Stained Heart. The page layout is much nicer than this […]
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ukulele Leave a comment
One Pillow Leave a comment
A poem called “One pillow” which can be found in my book ‘A Coffee Stained Heart.’ I know it is obvious I didn’t work overly hard on the accompanying image, but I thought it wasn’t necessary for this poem. Sometimes simple is best. I hope you enjoy it. Sharing one pillow… a hot summer’s night […]
11:11 Leave a comment
11:11 Wishes… A little poem and a coffee and ink sketch which can be found in my book… A Coffee Stained Heart. 11:11 is a common sight for me. I’m a superstitious sort so I do make a wish too. The big question is if it really means anything or not I guess. My own […]
Ne plus ultra Leave a comment
Ne plus ultra As your hands caress my back with sweat we move together in a dance of union which can’t be undone. Our heartbeats synchronize an accelerating cadence quicker than our bodies rhythms thrilled with what’s begun. Time loses import there is only the now we’ve found our ne plus ultra with you and […]
Hours Leave a comment
The title for both the poem and the sketchy art is “Hours.” I created the art by doing a loose style scribble sketch with a Micron Pigma pen and then sloshing my coffee all over it for three days in a row. Basically I just made a mess and then let it dry thoroughly before […]
I’d Grow Roses Leave a comment
The title of the poem is “I’d Grow Roses For You” The art was done on 9″ high x 12″ wide paper with coffee and an ink pen. A symbol of love they say is the rose. Delicate scented blooms to convey I care for you. Prescribed as Valentine’s gifts and for anniversaries I suppose, […]
Your Significance Leave a comment
Sit with me my sparkling gift, let us gaze upon the calm waters of the sea indulging in each other’s closeness. Cozy close, allowing no breeze between us, save that of my whispered words telling you of my fathomless affection. Listen close my cherished heart, hear in my whispers the things I don’t say so […]
