My Artworks:
From the Windows "Paint" Application
&
From My Personal Camera
"Beautious Onlooker"
Tunisia (created for Arab Spring PowerPoint given in April, 2013)
"Jungle Night"
" 'Redemption' Gaming Layout"
"Bloom and Grow"
"From Utah, with Love"
"Now to Fly Forward"
"Serendipity . . . Now"
"Daisy and Turtle"
"Blossom Light"
(Credit to online photographer)
Creative Writing:
The Quilt That Would Keep No One Warm
April, 2010
For many generations, the Devereaux women of Alabama assembled together every 1st of September to begin preparing for Smuckerville’s annual Quilting Display contest every Christmas Eve day. Grandmothers, mothers, cousins, sisters, and in-laws all sewed their hands sore for months before the actual event. But this year, they decided that they were going to win, no matter what it took. So, instead of keeping the practice of each woman sewing a patch for the quilt, Mama Eleanor ordered that each woman would work on every patch and observe each other’s handiwork, to make certain that every stitch was utterly flawless. The women worked painstakingly for hours on end, so much that some of their marriages began to fall apart and their children became neglected. But, finally, the big day came. Every blacksmith, woodsman, nursemaid, schoolboy, and schoolgirl gathered ‘round to behold such fine works of art. With the quilt attached to a board and raised high in the air, a few of the youngest of the Devereaux women proudly rolled out the board to display such a fabulous result of all their efforts. But as they were moving it out onto the stage, one of the many thousands of overworked stitches on the side of the quilt got caught on Melanie Deveraux’s zipper on her jacket, and, as she walked off the stage, so did miles of thread. The quilt was left in patches and clumps on the stage, the women and the townspeople alike crying in sheer horror and disbelief.
~ Too many cooks spoil the broth. ~
For many generations, the Devereaux women of Alabama assembled together every 1st of September to begin preparing for Smuckerville’s annual Quilting Display contest every Christmas Eve day. Grandmothers, mothers, cousins, sisters, and in-laws all sewed their hands sore for months before the actual event. But this year, they decided that they were going to win, no matter what it took. So, instead of keeping the practice of each woman sewing a patch for the quilt, Mama Eleanor ordered that each woman would work on every patch and observe each other’s handiwork, to make certain that every stitch was utterly flawless. The women worked painstakingly for hours on end, so much that some of their marriages began to fall apart and their children became neglected. But, finally, the big day came. Every blacksmith, woodsman, nursemaid, schoolboy, and schoolgirl gathered ‘round to behold such fine works of art. With the quilt attached to a board and raised high in the air, a few of the youngest of the Devereaux women proudly rolled out the board to display such a fabulous result of all their efforts. But as they were moving it out onto the stage, one of the many thousands of overworked stitches on the side of the quilt got caught on Melanie Deveraux’s zipper on her jacket, and, as she walked off the stage, so did miles of thread. The quilt was left in patches and clumps on the stage, the women and the townspeople alike crying in sheer horror and disbelief.
~ Too many cooks spoil the broth. ~
(Credit to online photographer)
~ THE COVE ~
August, 2010 and 2012
Behold the steadfast fort in quickening sand--
Seagrass sways not like its sister on land
But clings henceforth to the host it’s claimed
Decays this barricade, and both remain
Remiss to the ebbs and flows of tide below
Miss Parapet above, her wings do show
Extending beyond the ancient flow
Of salty comeuppance, repentance sown
Dark and daft the peak presides
Its jagged rocks, the menace besides
The garrison’s annex to keep it in check
Should its people wander softly off the deck
Ghost of the ways and days of spirit sustained
Tarnishes the façade of the long-time maintained
Ship that doth speaketh this name into sight
Parapet Dove yet pursuing our light
Hear that I hear the lighthouses near
As the boats come about ‘pon the water so clear
See the haunting pier too soon to appear
The midnight weary coming close to the rear
The weeping woman with her hand caressing the sand
Her hollow tears the stain on an unlovable man
The fish in the sea are free to roam in the waters
While she is there on the shore with a heart for slaughter
Oh, the deep ocean of her being is imprisoned above
In the fortress of night that scars her dying love
Plead with her to keep her life before she’s lost
The Sea Captain’s wish comes at so great a cost
Pray that the shining Moon keeps her safe this time
That her lover under cover of dark will arrive, survive
Miss Parapet is her name, Sarah who remains the same
The beauty of the Sun to welcome her again.
Behold the steadfast fort in quickening sand--
Seagrass sways not like its sister on land
But clings henceforth to the host it’s claimed
Decays this barricade, and both remain
Remiss to the ebbs and flows of tide below
Miss Parapet above, her wings do show
Extending beyond the ancient flow
Of salty comeuppance, repentance sown
Dark and daft the peak presides
Its jagged rocks, the menace besides
The garrison’s annex to keep it in check
Should its people wander softly off the deck
Ghost of the ways and days of spirit sustained
Tarnishes the façade of the long-time maintained
Ship that doth speaketh this name into sight
Parapet Dove yet pursuing our light
Hear that I hear the lighthouses near
As the boats come about ‘pon the water so clear
See the haunting pier too soon to appear
The midnight weary coming close to the rear
The weeping woman with her hand caressing the sand
Her hollow tears the stain on an unlovable man
The fish in the sea are free to roam in the waters
While she is there on the shore with a heart for slaughter
Oh, the deep ocean of her being is imprisoned above
In the fortress of night that scars her dying love
Plead with her to keep her life before she’s lost
The Sea Captain’s wish comes at so great a cost
Pray that the shining Moon keeps her safe this time
That her lover under cover of dark will arrive, survive
Miss Parapet is her name, Sarah who remains the same
The beauty of the Sun to welcome her again.
