Flu poem. 

Walking my old dog in Stanley Park today oh so slowly.  My body brutalized by flu. Every joint aching.  My head pounding with a migraine.  Can there be creativity in that?  If I can stay truly present- not deny it or be annoyed by it- what words come out?  Where does my mind go if…

Part 14 daily journal workshop. BE THE MAP. #arttherapy

Daily Journal Workshop: Part 1 JUST WRITE Part 2 DRAW OUT THE WORDS Part 3 HEART Part 4 SPILL OUT COLLAGE Part 5 NAKED SCREAM Part 6 INVITE ALTER STRETCH EXTEND Part 7 ARISE AROSE IN 3’S Part 8 SELF-PORTRAIT. HUMAN Part 9 WORD CRAZY QUILT Part 10 VINTAGE WORKOUT Part 11 GESTURE DRAWING Part…

There’s a blue bird in my heart… Charles Bukowski, poet

Henry Charles Bukowski (born Heinrich Karl Bukowski; August 16, 1920 — March 9, 1994) Coffee and Ink, 1999           From Bukowski’s AS THE SPARROW Dear child, I only did to you what the sparrow did to you; I am old when it is fashionable to be young; I cry when it is…