piccoli pesci

diner food (25/100)

single line etch a sketch doodle

birthday balloons (24/100)

tiny balloons decorated with cheerful expressions & encouraging words dispensed anonymously on my birthday to unsuspecting bike baskets, charity shop shelves, libraries, other random places of joy

literal (23/100)

filthy cityscape, backlit library in a window

ballet of the bananas (22/100)

live produce performance; staged, printed & posted in public spaces

expelled (21/100)

ironic expression, kicked out of School of Disobedience

sellos (20/100)

a free flow collaboration, carved erasers & ink

bouquet left in a subway station (19/100)

an experiment in discovered beauty

embracing imperfection (18/100)

of natural clay and glaze, token from my ceramics period

impression (17/100) serendipitous collagraph on an envelope

tea for two (16/100)

scene from a guided acro improvisation 

haphazard collection of debris (15/100)

damaged plant remnants gathered after a tropical storm

magical remembers (14/100)

collaboration of light and jazz

cafeteria (13/100)

discarded bits from a motherboard laboratory 

pear (12/100)

watercolor

embark (11/100)

leaf, twigs, dental floss 

conceptual coffee (10/100)

instant coffee, water

Literary Lament (9/100)

I set it down. The pages dog-eared.

Perhaps if I stop the characters will suspend.

The story doesn't have to end. The conclusions never fully satisfy in their finality.

The narratives beyond that second paragraph lie dormant, awaiting the breath of life granted by the full powers of my imagination.

I know those future words exist. Resolutions inscribed long ago by an author aware of the limitations of infinity.

For tonight I'm not ready to let go.