Above is the calendar I kept, please note the "nm" indicator.
Meals...albeit at only 89 cents per day for 3 meals...
MDOC visit...
MDOC visit #2
Showing posts with label story. Show all posts
Showing posts with label story. Show all posts
Saturday, September 24, 2016
Sunday, July 6, 2014
She stood in my doorway
On a silent day in June,
with all forms of life in bloom,
there was a knock at my door,
with the bright blue sky and sun,
there she was standing in my doorway.
A loving embrace,
a moment to taste,
the air thick with passion,
and loving distraction.
Bodies old once new,
to watch the sun,
glide through a Van Gogh blue,
now feelings of frolic and fun,
give way to the passions of life on the run.
Rolling to hold her body now gone,
as my eyes open wide I see,
the shape of things to come,
her body in the distance wild and free,
her instincts telling her to run from me,
there she was standing in the doorway.
with all forms of life in bloom,
there was a knock at my door,
with the bright blue sky and sun,
there she was standing in my doorway.
A loving embrace,
a moment to taste,
the air thick with passion,
and loving distraction.
Bodies old once new,
to watch the sun,
glide through a Van Gogh blue,
now feelings of frolic and fun,
give way to the passions of life on the run.
Rolling to hold her body now gone,
as my eyes open wide I see,
the shape of things to come,
her body in the distance wild and free,
her instincts telling her to run from me,
there she was standing in the doorway.
Tuesday, August 6, 2013
She is a ghost
She is a ghost that haunts me to this day,
she was the one who gave my life away,
I spend time in a thought delusion,
wondering if my life has become an illusion.
She is the one who owns my heart,
the one who has torn my life apart,
life's surprises never reveal,
the plans for allowing you to heal.
She is a ghost who haunts me to this day,
the one whose inspiration invites me to play,
she tastes like the summer sun,
making love our bodies become one.
She's the one who owns my heart,
the one who has torn my life apart...
she was the one who gave my life away,
I spend time in a thought delusion,
wondering if my life has become an illusion.
She is the one who owns my heart,
the one who has torn my life apart,
life's surprises never reveal,
the plans for allowing you to heal.
She is a ghost who haunts me to this day,
the one whose inspiration invites me to play,
she tastes like the summer sun,
making love our bodies become one.
She's the one who owns my heart,
the one who has torn my life apart...
Friday, October 6, 2006
Her name was Ginger
This maddening affect she has…
It has been several weeks and I find myself becoming more and more immersed in her with every brush stroke. I draw another canvas and her eyes capture my attention they will not let go…
It has been several weeks since our time in the studio and I can somehow feel her presence, I don’t know what it is but my mind spins with thoughts, the brush strokes in an instant are complete and another night has gone.
It has been several weeks and her name was Ginger, she waltzed into my studio like a breath of fresh air and has spurred a creative moment in the history of one painter like the storm of the century… her eyes glance back from a pale white canvas and hold an eternity in them…
Her name was Ginger and the thoughts rushing through my mind while painting her one night like a crazed man …hell who knows maybe I am, maybe this is just one of those wild dreams that you never wake from… painting like a crazed man wanting to know the meaning of her name, Ginger, a spice to be sure, a spice that was so intense that at one time it was considered a drug and regulated… the old days but every name had a meaning!
Ginger what was yours?
This “world link”, used to be called the Internet, now something altogether new, everybody with a video camera pointing at them at every computer… hell not me! I despised them! Privacy, to be alone with my clients in my studio is what they paid a premium for… but Ginger, she waltzed in unannounced asking for a time to be photographed, the obsession started the day after, but her name meant something… the world link gave me the following information:
1 thesaurus results for: Ginger
Roget’s II: The New Thesaurus
Main Entry: spirit
Part of Speech: noun
Definition: A lively, emphatic, eager quality or manner.
Synonyms: animation, bounce, brio, dash, élan, esprit, life, liveliness, pertness, sparkle, verve, vigor, vim, vivaciousness, vivacity, zip
It described her to a “T”!
Her name was Ginger and my studio still smells like her, the obsession began the day after our shoot. I have never seen her during the day and she contacted me only once since to ask about another shoot “if you don’t mind I would prefer a late evening shoot” she said. Stumbling on my words my reply was “I am here to serve you and will arrange my studio for whatever time you need”
Her name was Ginger and when the phone went dead after the conversation was complete, my head started to rush, the thoughts, her eyes, the smell of her wafting through my studio and she had been gone for several weeks. I never knew a mans heart could pound that hard without exploding. Several weeks seemed like an eternity but a night painting her eyes…another night spent staring into her eyes, studying her lips, another long night that will be over in a split second of this eternal obsession…
Her name was Ginger…
It has been several weeks and I find myself becoming more and more immersed in her with every brush stroke. I draw another canvas and her eyes capture my attention they will not let go…
It has been several weeks since our time in the studio and I can somehow feel her presence, I don’t know what it is but my mind spins with thoughts, the brush strokes in an instant are complete and another night has gone.
It has been several weeks and her name was Ginger, she waltzed into my studio like a breath of fresh air and has spurred a creative moment in the history of one painter like the storm of the century… her eyes glance back from a pale white canvas and hold an eternity in them…
Her name was Ginger and the thoughts rushing through my mind while painting her one night like a crazed man …hell who knows maybe I am, maybe this is just one of those wild dreams that you never wake from… painting like a crazed man wanting to know the meaning of her name, Ginger, a spice to be sure, a spice that was so intense that at one time it was considered a drug and regulated… the old days but every name had a meaning!
Ginger what was yours?
This “world link”, used to be called the Internet, now something altogether new, everybody with a video camera pointing at them at every computer… hell not me! I despised them! Privacy, to be alone with my clients in my studio is what they paid a premium for… but Ginger, she waltzed in unannounced asking for a time to be photographed, the obsession started the day after, but her name meant something… the world link gave me the following information:
1 thesaurus results for: Ginger
Roget’s II: The New Thesaurus
Main Entry: spirit
Part of Speech: noun
Definition: A lively, emphatic, eager quality or manner.
Synonyms: animation, bounce, brio, dash, élan, esprit, life, liveliness, pertness, sparkle, verve, vigor, vim, vivaciousness, vivacity, zip
It described her to a “T”!
Her name was Ginger and my studio still smells like her, the obsession began the day after our shoot. I have never seen her during the day and she contacted me only once since to ask about another shoot “if you don’t mind I would prefer a late evening shoot” she said. Stumbling on my words my reply was “I am here to serve you and will arrange my studio for whatever time you need”
Her name was Ginger and when the phone went dead after the conversation was complete, my head started to rush, the thoughts, her eyes, the smell of her wafting through my studio and she had been gone for several weeks. I never knew a mans heart could pound that hard without exploding. Several weeks seemed like an eternity but a night painting her eyes…another night spent staring into her eyes, studying her lips, another long night that will be over in a split second of this eternal obsession…
Her name was Ginger…
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