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 […]
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11:11 Leave a comment
Say you love me coffee sketch Leave a comment
A while back I posted a poem called “Say you love me” which you can see HERE. As you all know I just recently finished a book featuring coffee and ink sketches along with my sappy poetry. It is “A Coffee Stained Heart” and available HERE via Amazon. Well anyways… that poem has been very […]
A Coffee Stained Heart Leave a comment
I’m sure a few of you noticed I have been posting infrequently lately. It was not because I haven’t been working. I’ve actually been working pretty hard… burning the midnight oil so to speak even. I’ve only posted a couple of my coffee and ink pieces here on artistic flow, but I did a bunch […]
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 […]
you would know why Leave a comment
If you could for just one moment see yourself through my eyes you would know why I stare answer to a prayer If you could discover somehow what your skin feels like to my hand you would know why I tremble seemingly transcendental If you could step into my soul to experience how it burns […]
