Abstract Art is harder than it looks.

I have been trying to finish a piece of abstract art for a while, for a friend but also as an experiment for myself. I didn't have much in mind starting out, just thinking about a palette of colors and how to apply them to canvas. What I got was a bunch of colors on a canvas with an interesting texture that didn't do a lot for me on the whole. I tried a few times, painting over my previous work each time. The trial preceding this one was almost there, but lacked depth and was also very boring. I had fun adding the dark green splashes today, and I think I like it now.

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To My Wife's Students

I don't know you, but I've heard things for better or worse, Of who you are and how you do. You're on her mind when you succeed, or when you're blind, and when the world makes you bleed. I wish you the best and she is it. She doesn't wish, she further commits. She has children of her body, you are children of her soul. Never forget that your success is ultimately her goal. She will sometimes challenge, she knows what you can do. Don't do it for her, she'll just defer. She's in it because of you. She might give a push if you needed it today or quietly ask out of earshot "Is everything okay?" There's a depth in her that you don't know, but if you listen carefully, you'll hear the echo of all that you might be.

Toothache

Her tooth swelled to cartoonish sizes, pushing others out of the way and sinking a chainsaw deep into her gray matter. It lengthened, piercing her brain and erupting through the back of her skull. A throbbing pain echoes through her body, riding her nerves like electric death through a power line. The frayed ends of the heavy electric cord were buried there in the small space between her teeth and deeper, pouring 10 million volts of pain into her very soul. The tiny evil bone, unrelenting in its persecution, begins to vibrate. Her molars clatter and they are made of glass. Every click of her jaws sends a fresh scream to her lips. She digs her long fingernails into her eyeballs, but the distraction is momentary as the earthquake in her mouth comes to a violent head. Some unseen force ignites the tooth in white hot fire, she can taste her searing gums. The flames spread, and soon her throat is engulfed and she blisters her lungs with ...

Porch Ramble #7

In the darkness, he heard the quiet crying of a baby. 3 am wakings were not unheard of in the Gabler household, but Charles wasn't usually out of bed when they happened. He got up from the rocker and threw down his cigar. Inside, he heard nothing but the loud breathing of the first-grader. He stood outside the door like a ninja bodyguard, ready to pounce in silently and swiftly if the need should arise. The silence persisted, he guessed the baby had settled back down. With all three boys asleep in one room, it was seldom worth creaking open the door for an actual look. On his way out, he caught sight of the beer bottles left behind when date night relocated. As he tidied up he thought he heard the cry not from within, but seeping through the screen windows on the front of the house. The moment he stepped outside, he knew the baby was somewhere nearby. It was outdoors too, or he'd never have heard the low but clear garbles and squeaks. ...

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