More Dandelion Art

Still inspired by my lifelong love of dandelions, I have been making new dandelion pieces since my last post. I am surprised to be so satisfied with the petals being left attached—as seen in the 1st photo below. There were supposed to be 3 gifts for 3 people. But, after seeing them together, I just can’t separate the trio. So, I reckon I have more to do.

Still here. Still making art. Still writing. Still requiring creativity. Hope you all are staying inspired, too. -Z



Dandelion art

Happy 2021! Lots to be grateful for. I am going to be brief and just post a couple mediocre photos of two of the framed dandelions I recently completed as Christmas gifts. The dandelions came from the yard and I was surprised I didn’t have a harder time with the process. Dandelions have always been so delightful to me. I hope your new year is delightful and everything you wish for… I saved you a wish! xo Z


Monster Makers

Monster Makers

Turning their heads
Nobody’s fault
Another phase
Turn the channel
Turn away
Nothing we did
Nothing we said
Turns out we all
Are bakers
And have been
In business
Far longer
Than we know

A beautiful kitchen
Something is baking
Not bread—
A monster
Smell the making
Of a Devil’s head

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-Z

Aisle 11

Aisle 11

Glass shatters
A child shouts, OOPS
No-one else around to do it
I must go assess the mess
Inhale.
Lucky me!

A boy and his mother
and a jar of tomato sauce—
splattered across Aisle 11

Exhale.
How can I be mad
at this adorable child?
It was only an accident!
You can tell by his face

In fact, I remember a time
when I was a little boy
and I broke a jar of sauce
I thought I would never recover
until I looked up at and saw
my Grandmother—
she and I were shopping
together—
Her eyes were wide open
But she smiled

Alone in his mess.
Alone in my mess.
A mother smiles.
A grandmother smiled.

Shaking my head—
I smile—
We both live on Isle 11
Not strangers.
Repdigit.


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-Z






Aisle 10



Aisle 10

Down Aisle 10 she heads

Never had she any issue
being pulled toward the
heart’s worst enemy

She looks over to the right: 
The Imposter is on the cover!
Of course shining in front
of all the magazines

What an inspiration!
Such a lady to adore!
She really is a warrior!
No disaster could swallow her!

Until Truth revealed  
the cracks
Tragically—
it was all a show 


Our girl exhales 
and leaves The Face behind

Neither the first time—
Nor the last time—
she would face the loss
of her inspiration


Pushing her cart 
without a hero
she goes back
again

to Isle 10


-Z

 

Aisle 4



Aisle 4

Something very naughty is
happening amongst the sweets
Check out the shady lady, searching
for a special secret down Aisle 4

A container of chocolate chip cookies
is hidden, stealthily beneath the sheets
Paper plates, light bulbs, and everything
is only there, so nobody will see

The husband is a diabetic
But, she will always love her sugar!
She puts away the groceries and
locks herself behind a door
The pantry is her portal
to heaven on Isle 4


-Z

 

 

Aisle 9



Aisle 9

Tugs away at wiry black hairs
underneath his jaw—clenched tight

Lifts his head up, uncomfortably
Thank God I know a thing or two about cards!
He chose a hilarious birthday card just fine
But, our bearded buddy isn’t so sure to win—
when choosing wines down Aisle 9

I think I’ve had that Montepulciano!
Probably best to grab a Rosé.
Don’t all girls love pink wines?
I wish I could just bring beer.

*By the way, the host is a sommelier.


Today, he refuses to play the game
and risk offending a dear friend

The bag he carries is a half-glass
He lays down his safe card
on a complicated table 
The House wins again
on Isle 9

-Z








 

Aisle 8

Aisle 8 

Look—everything was perfectly fine
until the frickin’ DJ of Aisle 8 decides
the bottles of olive oil and vinegar,
stacks of tuna fish and whatever
weren’t put up exactly the way he does
Do you know he calls us Whippersnappers?

He’s always sucking his teeth and complaining
Not that song again!
The store never plays one single song 
he isn’t dying to turn down
That’s why I call him The DJ

You tell him I said “Thanks a lot”
His DJ days are over!
It’s about time he retires 
and buys a sweet place
on Isle 8


-Z

Aisle 2



Aisle 2

Not a 10.
Not a 1.
Not the smartest.
What would they say?

I see her trying to figure out
which bottle is the perfect one
out of all the diet pills we offer
on the shelves of Aisle 2

She’s probably in 8th grade
and willing to do
whatever she thinks girls do
who don’t live

on Isle 2

Z