Thinking thin
Reeling in
Automatic
Single static
Something more
and less
Erratic
In the habit
out the door
has me floored
our connection
this direction
under suspicion
more than intuition
Your soul; my spirit
a tin string
right thru it
and cans on either side
catching my wave
riding your tide
As a mixed media artist in central Wisconsin, I am busy creating art masks, paintings, drawings, poetry, prayers. I am a maker of many things, a student and a teacher, a chaplain and tiny home enthusiast.
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Thin Tin String 