I Arted January 26, 2020 Why do I art anyways? Why do I pound these keys and spill this ink Why do I even want to be good at any of this? Why? Well it is an adventure that I can not pass up. It is worship that I can not silence. Related Posts Old PlacesI long to go to old places Where fences are broken down Where people once… Banana LatteSoft white fruit dipped into dark rich an early morning whim a concoction now siped… DishesThe water runs over old food my kids have just thrown away Grits and soured… Haiku Collection #1
