art lessons




I wish my calligraphic swoops

meant something


it’s like when I bark back

to the dog




Yesterday I painted over

a painting done before

and kind of liked

the look of it

Today I did it again

It’s the book

dropped in the bathtub

look I find comforting




I hope there are people

who like red

as much as I like blue

Every time I try to


the glories of red

I end up sneaking in

a stroke or two of purple

just blue in disguise




How I love

the swoop of a

confident brushstroke

So much lovelier

than a

tentative jitter

But without those

cautious stumbles

we never get to leap