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Category: Journal

Innocence rides a tricycle.


Innocence sounds like a spring-powered metal bell, particularly when it can not speak words from fear. Innocence pedals as fast as it can to the corner and then ever so slowly back home. Innocence falls and gets back up. Innocence protects Teddy. Innocence sings silently, “So long Lonely Avenue.”

When will I be able to trade my house paints for artist’s paints?


My hands are worn from years of working with tools, from digging in the earth. They have some stiffness most mornings, and I worry about not be able to draw after completing this creative retreat. But art goes on, doesn’t it? As do the feelings that we have for others.

First grade drawings from my mother’s attic…Somewhat like Marc Chagall perhaps?…”It is time to fly.”


This weekend I received a rare gift, some of my first grade classwork. Many papers bore the stamps “Fair” and “Careless.” Why didn’t my teacher see that “It is time to fly” was imaginatively brilliant while “It is time to laugh” and “It is time to play” were hauntingly revealing?