You said you saw me walking but I was never there; a shadowy ghost in the burbs, you see me everywhere. My locks blend in with wind- bounced twigs, prickly grey. My teeth in with picket fence, where my smirking grin plays. My skirt, a flapping plastic of stripped windows, vacant home, I make sure…
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There’s no such thing as ghosts.
image link I’m looking through old pictures for a project/submission I’m working on and came across the following. The artwork was created in a couple of poured acrylic classes that I went to with friends once and with family another time. The classes were held in the basement-turned-art gallery of one of the oldest still…
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