What's in the works...

The beginning of the end
of something
which i do not know...
pages seized, cut and rendered
woven from the chords
my memory strikes
each time i humbly
recoil at the lines, heard at random,
as if time is taunting me with
remnants of childhood fairytales

lo, the lord works in mysterious ways









this piece, sits atop the
warmed and woven pages... pages of my youth,
screams or
dreams and such of family,
spiked with the woes
of loss...
and guilt...
and self-destructions.















In other news...
the axe handles are multiplying
new characters arise from the
original thought process:
the recreation of a hidden past
our long-lost ability
to find spirit in everything...

And speaking of multiplying, so are the arrows, straighter with each new batch coming fresh from the kilns...
So this means summer will be a blur of gun-pouring, axe-brandishing, and Arrow Assemblage!!!
And really... I couldn't be happier!
Well, i COULD... but well "life is funny" sometimes, you know??