creative anchorage

The shadows rose with him into the blinking lights
Through her embrace the weathered yellow lines stay with me again
Days when he would draw heaven, summer dreamers slept hand in hand in the dark.

On the slope of melancholy, their hearts burn young.  Trudging home to their cottony caves, we comfort them for days. 

The cold sound, always interrupting…leaving her behind.  His long laugh brushed the night.

Sloppily painted.

The scanner turned hot pink into link pink.

Another page.

I haven’t made one of these in forever.  I had set out to fill up the whole book I’m using, and I’m almost done!

I’m going away for the weekend…might post, might not.

I made some more…looks like I’m addicted!