Milk in the Creek

Brings me to this


In 1987 I was 18.

This was the time in my life where I should have gone right instead of left.

The time of desperately needed guidance.

A waste of time.

But as I stumbled through trying to figure it all out on my own, I stumbled into a man..yet again.

Attending a local community collage, I met a man I never quite forgot.

Georg P was a secret, I was the other woman….yet again.

Sitting in his parked car outside my apartment building on Alexander st.

It’s Gastown ..dark outside and the windows are steamed up.

He reaches over me and puts my seat back, He says “ listen to this” he plugs in a cassette. It’s 54-40.

Making out in a parked car never gets old.

I remember his thighs as if I could still grip my hands on them, tough and thick.

He left me with a photo ,a man in uniform.

Signed on the back something about being my soldier XO

What ever became of Georg ?

Without the ‘e’

Closer to God- a mockery: Acrylic and water color, October 12, 2020
Photoshop 2017

When you try to do all the right things , put your best face forward …. convince the world your OK.

Your truthfully broken.

Your whole existence is flawed.

“Hello darkness my ol friend, Ive come to talk with you again.”

Double Cherry Pie

16th Jul 2020

Double Cherry Pie, July 2020. Acrylic and Water Color Pencil

Double Cherry Pie is a combination of many things of my younger self back in the 80’s.

Some of what I wanted to be, tried to be and some of what I actually was.

Bursting at the seams with ignorance, attitude, sex and a giant “Fuck You” to the world.

1983 I was 14… I lost my virginity and discovered MTV.

Leaving me with a life time of “lust” in my heart and need for a good pair of headphones.

Seeing my favorite bands on the screen blew my mind.

These guys wailing on their guitars, tits and ass all over the place.

It was pure, simple in your fucking face WE ARE ROCK n ROLL !

I couldn’t get enough.

Video did not kill the radio star…..

I was hooked. And I never wanted to come down.

Every weekend I’d be at the local arcade in our shit little town.

Hanging out, getting high, like a groupie to the band.

Get my jean’s zipper up with a coat hanger…back comb, back comb……looking good.

To this day, no one’s ever seen my cry to Journey.

Pump, Ink on canvas 2018

When I think of particulars, you know the ones…. 

The right way to kiss a girl: Push her up against a wall, hold her arms above her head and kiss her like you mean it.

And be honest… Are you taking selfies in the mirror and still live with your parents? 

” Most women desire someone who makes them laugh and also feel safe, so basically a Clown Ninja.” Unknown 

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