Portrait of an Artist as a Single Dad – Pencils

A great crash from Sophia’s room. An avalanche like distant trees toppling in the shock wave ahead of a meteor. I know I should be more diligent or insistent or some other force implying word about the cluttered space known as her room. But I am not in a position to point fingers. In my …

Portrait of an Artist as a Single Dad – Look at the Light!

I awoke. The light streamed slantwise through louvre style blinds across the double bed for one. Groggy and reaching for the iPhone, I knock over the wine glass. It falls and hits the carpet with the thump of a cat paw. At night, I have a glass of wine or a bottle of beer or …

To be an Artist

I pulled into the strip mall parking lot. The sun had gone down and night crushed orange colors from the sky. The Goodwill was packed and the Dollar Store’s lights flooded the sidewalk. I paused in after shutting the truck door. The silhouette of a water tower with its red light on top flashing next …