At sunset by the lower lake where we walked Cold wild darkness came over Geese lurked and lingered at the bridge Their green glowing eyes floated in the cat tails And in pools of simmering concentric waves White starch moon flickered on the water
she says his song reminds her of the streets of paris he smiles --the goat-footed balloon man -- takes her hand kisses her long fingers harmonicas play thin silver rain
I began drawing,writing poetry, and guitar at age 14, largely influenced by pop music, Hollywood movies and William Carlos Williams. I began painting in 2002, under the watchful eye of my teacher, Patricia Hanahan Sigmier.