"For some who write
memory is a stone in their shoe,
for some a stone in the pocket,
for some a stone in the heart,"
Six Months Since
" A familiar rubber grip, ink jetting black across
what once was a tree, perhaps pine. But I know
as the gravel cracks and stones suffer under
the stress of tons, my time with almost silence has ended."
"She pulls a cheesecake
from her pocket,
slices it with her finger,
"In the Distance" - Julie Hamilton, oil on canvas, 36" x 48"