More Dandelion Art
Still inspired by my lifelong love of dandelions, I have been making new dandelion pieces since my last post. I am surprised to be so satisfied with the petals being left attached—as seen in the 1st photo below. There were supposed to be 3 gifts for 3 people. But, after seeing them together, I just can’t separate the trio. So, I reckon I have more to do.
Still here. Still making art. Still writing. Still requiring creativity. Hope you all are staying inspired, too. -Z
Dandelion art
Happy 2021! Lots to be grateful for. I am going to be brief and just post a couple mediocre photos of two of the framed dandelions I recently completed as Christmas gifts. The dandelions came from the yard and I was surprised I didn’t have a harder time with the process. Dandelions have always been so delightful to me. I hope your new year is delightful and everything you wish for… I saved you a wish! xo Z
Monster Makers
Monster Makers
Turning their heads
Nobody’s fault
Another phase
Turn the channel
Turn away
Nothing we did
Nothing we said
Turns out we all
Are bakers
And have been
In business
Far longer
Than we know
A beautiful kitchen
Something is baking
Not bread—
A monster
Smell the making
Of a Devil’s head
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-Z
Align
Align
Try my luck
No.
Run.
I could do just a little
No.
Run.
Heart begs please
Head screams leave
How can a person
possibly be one person—
with the begging and the screaming?
God, why?!
Like a piece of paper torn in half,
I am piecing the two together
Now is the time for you
to finally align
Z
Aisle 11
Aisle 11
Glass shatters
A child shouts, OOPS
No-one else around to do it
I must go assess the mess
Inhale.
Lucky me!
A boy and his mother
and a jar of tomato sauce—
splattered across Aisle 11
Exhale.
How can I be mad
at this adorable child?
It was only an accident!
You can tell by his face
In fact, I remember a time
when I was a little boy
and I broke a jar of sauce
I thought I would never recover
until I looked up at and saw
my Grandmother—
she and I were shopping
together—
Her eyes were wide open
But she smiled
Alone in his mess.
Alone in my mess.
A mother smiles.
A grandmother smiled.
Shaking my head—
I smile—
We both live on Isle 11
Not strangers.
Repdigit.11 11 11 11 11 11 11 11 11 11 11
-Z
Aisle 10
Aisle 4
Aisle 9
Aisle 8
Aisle 8
Look—everything was perfectly fine
until the frickin’ DJ of Aisle 8 decides
the bottles of olive oil and vinegar,
stacks of tuna fish and whatever
weren’t put up exactly the way he does
Do you know he calls us Whippersnappers?
He’s always sucking his teeth and complaining
Not that song again!
The store never plays one single song
he isn’t dying to turn down
That’s why I call him The DJ
You tell him I said “Thanks a lot”
His DJ days are over!
It’s about time he retires
and buys a sweet place
on Isle 8
-Z