As he struts in,
What do you do?
He sits down
Look out!
The Gap needs room.
Should you tell?
Or will you just sell?
I’m watching you—
your every move.
What are you going to do
with your man, baby?
-Z
Your man-baby
Author: Zac
Heavy little bit
Spectacularly ordinary
Just floating around
alone
on a summer day
Hot and cold in my pool
as I socialize with solitude
I look up to the sky
as the wind flows like silk
over goosebumps on my skin
Birds are chirping
and flying just like floating
There is silence
in all the sound
I close my eyes
and I see everything
in the darkness all around
I feel something
in all the nothing
The clouds smell so clean here
on the ground
A monumental sort of magic
must have made
the moment
I lived today
I try to leave some behind
and I take with me
just a heavy little bit
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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
Align
Align
Try my luck
No.
Run.
I could do just a little
No.
Run.
Heart begs please
Head screams leave
How can a person
possibly be one person—
with the begging and the screaming?
God, why?!
Like a piece of paper torn in half,
I am piecing the two together
Now is the time for you
to finally align
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.11 11 11 11 11 11 11 11 11 11 11
-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
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