Bold and high contrast colors intended to be the visual equivalent of a heartbeat, one that is lost because it was not taken.
Photography as a means of self-expression. The most important quality of a photograph, as in all art, is to evoke an emotional response.
Summer Study is an acrylic on canvas painting inspired by the blooms and foliage in Ontario’s national and provincial parks.
Clothes that survived covid 19, very similar to what survived after the 2,000-year-old catastrophic eruption of Pompeii.
By pairing the natural with the unnatural, I create a subtle awareness of the plastic pollution crisis. Mixed media watercolor on paper.
This is a watercolor of three peppers in orange, yellow, and red being cut up to be put in a meat stew with other vegetables.
These images were done during our Covid isolation.
Time is inspired by the emotions of time. The now is where time does not exist.
A collection of artwork with Spring in mind.
The illustrations are done with ink on paper and all measuring @ 5″X7″.
This artwork uses layers of collage and mixed media to portray memory, drawing on city life, poetry, art history, and other urban influences.
Celebrating the differences. Acrylic and charcoal on canvas.
A quiet scene from the Reiffel Bird Sanctuary on the Fraser River Estuary, near Vancouver, B.C.
Paintings and sculptures.
Drawing of Garcia Lorca.
White paper clay sculptures, various designs.
This is a review of Mehreen Ahmed’s novel, Incandescence published by Impspired Magazine, UK and written by Chitra Gopalakrishnan.
A local landmark, a collection of antique merchandising gear, and what Tuffer Gibson calls his baby, that’s the Corner Store.
A review of Ainslie Hogarth’s Motherthing, a New York Times Best Book of the Year.
“Write what you know” is common writing advice. But how do we make this mean something and make it a part of our own writing?
One of literature’s great eccentrics, Jean Paul was popular in Germany in the late 1700s and early 1800s.
Exploring some of the ways in which cultural history has glorified Pollock’s work and turned it into a monolithic iconic entity.
Before there was transgender there was One-Eyed Charley.
A book review of Couri Johnson’s latest novella of fabulist short stories.
A brief overview of the famous series edited by Andrew Lang, a Scottish poet, and his wife Nora, who did much of the rewriting.
A review of Lilies on the deathbed of Étaín and Other Poems by Oisín Breen, published by Beir Bua Press.
A review of Kim Ports Parsons’ book of poetry The Mayapple Forest.
“The Hundred Word Eulogy” as pro-Islamic is challenged by translations that suggest the material fulfills two functions of a eulogy.
The jejune shares a handsome similitude with Mammon, in his politically-correct dysplasia, and his ability to fake.
A review of Emily Schulten’s book of poetry The Way a Wound Becomes a Scar.
The modernist poetry movement has radically changed the rules in form, style, stanza, and rhythm.
Political challenges in a selected section of ‘Insights and Poems’ (1975) by Huey Newton and Ericka Huggins
A review of insights and poems by Huey Newton as well as extensive political commentary on the overarching significance of the man.
A healthcare aid panics when his client falls through the Hoyer Lift and to the floor.
“Rose, watch little Al while I go to the store and get a few things for dinner. I won’t be but an hour,” called Jenny Wilkinson.
Monday mayhem inside the “Dream Factory.”
The overturning of Roe Vs Wade, for an Indian woman looking to the West as a model for women’s rights, this was my honest view.
With a dirty hand, the lad held the small, amber vessel into the moonlight and peered at it.
A father dealing with his chronic illness and his fears for his young daughter. A mother trying to maintain a sense of normalcy in the chaos.
The stars align like a map resulting in a collision between aspiration and opportunity on a diverse cultural highway including dinosaurs.
A young agnostic woman visits a cathedral to become closer to her ex-girlfriend.
Been there, done that, preconceived notions blown to pieces.
Can you recall a time when you didn’t fit in? Tyrone finds a path to popularity, only to discover its source bursting with radiation.
All too often, cats are underrated and underappreciated. Jasper is a cat who demands to be valued.
An interplay of preconceptions, the arts, faith, acceptance, discovery and love.
Stew has some problems with anxiety and self doubt, which manifests itself as Andy, the voice in Stew’s head.
A visit to a sexual health clinic makes a young woman re-think the imbalance of her relationship.
Michael finds himself reevaluating his priorities and delving into precious memories as the plane he’s on seems doomed to crash.
Good and evil, virtue and vice…is it all just a toss of a coin?
I left America, where gun violence is endemic. Europe seemed safer. Russia invaded Ukraine. Europe still seems safer.
Reflection on writing and mortality.
Loren was a member of the Diné nation who came on occasion to talk. Diné is alternative nomenclature for Navajo.
Bunny Moon reflects on her life as she approaches her 100th birthday.
Travel from physics to the physical reaction of our mindwork.
There are so many unseen battles going on behind the eyes of people who say they are fine. Let’s all be a little kinder today…
This poem is about a necessary angel telling a young man with mental health problems the truth he needed to hear.
I wrote this after my mother told her three sons that she was ready to leave this earth after living to the age of 101.
A poem about aging, reflection and lost opportunities. However, dreams in retrospect provide a way to rewrite history.
How peaceful dreams can also be agitating.
Drunk is a poem that implores the idea of heartbreaks and how some deep bonds when broken can make us feel so drunk and delusional.
please don’t bury me beneath
this ground, don’t let me decay
This poem reflects my love of mythology, teaching and learning, and above all of the ways in which words collide.
A poem about the war in the Ukraine.
Dedicated to all women who have suffered abuse at the hands of the man who was supposed to love them.
Christ wears a gas mask,
shudders as Putin’s machine