Friday, June 3, 2016

abandoned but not forgotten

A poet leaves her bike chained behind
Through fall, then snow, 
Now spring. 
In its wake creating a piece of poetry so beautiful it needs no words.

Define: irony


Monday, November 10, 2008

abandoned love

Here are a few more paintings I found in a box while unpacking. Kiss!





Wednesday, November 5, 2008

abandoned paint

I found these in a Rubbermaid container under my bed. I painted them over the summer.



Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Monday, June 16, 2008

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

abandoned light






*photos by Jenyx