An ostrich paints a portrait of the first day they met with love:
An ostrich paints a portrait of the first day they met with love:
Sunlight teems through the leaves of a beechtree a short walk from my home: https://www.publicart.world/treelife
My early response to the conflict in Ukraine... . . . No matter my loss, with time, I heal... I...
I ponder on a world below the surface of my memory, a place of mystery where moments are felt with...
From the poem Do I Mind at Public Art World: . . . This all we are, I sense this...
Following forty consecutive days of rain, a record in my part of the world, a wet day may seem so...
The Last Rose of Summer ponders on a change of season and those things that touch us closely: https://www.publicart.world/the-last-rose-of-summer