Sunday, April 7, 2013




Poem in a forest.

My heart is a hard dark seed hidden within the pattern
And the trees are vast 
There are so many...

Count them as you stand in the middle 
And they feel like forever

Giants

But the life of poems is filled to the brim with blaze and beauty 
Only the mountains know how quickly it all burns
They see everything and remain 

When all is gone they might remember 
My green forest will be as black dust 
Bared to the great many toothed maw of the sky
Chilled by clouds of cold and greedy starlight 

And I ... broken open, might be lifted by your breath.




e.e.c.

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Maple Leaves and Rainbows


I did some drawings on Canada day this past year (2012) and it happened to also be Gay Pride weekend. Therefore, naturally, maple leaves and rainbows were the order of the day. Have a look (if you can) at the titles below. They tell a story. :)