Does anyone else struggle to title their work? I sure do! This lady first lived as a sketch in my notebook before I gifted her a garden… Read more “Bloom”
Author: Allyson Morin
Colored Waves
I dipped my feet into the daunting process of learning to paint water! What a challenge to communicate vastness in a small space. I love the colorful… Read more “Colored Waves”
Twine
You dropped out of a tree into my path, a shiny acorn, and I, not yet a sapling. How could I have known then how our branches were destined to grow together?
Crumbs of you
like the howling ache of the last bite, yearning, your pillow–cold– my fingers sweep for crumbs of you between my sheets.
I’ll catch you
It’s only a mile down the road, you said, you were wrong, five miles later in that summer sun, turned around twice, footpaths veering downhill, that can’t be right, I’m sorry, you said,let’s try… Read more “I’ll catch you”
At the dinner table
I have an answer but like I really don’t know what my plans are, thanks for asking, but also, like, if I paid attention to myself for half a minute I would discover I do know… Read more “At the dinner table”
Do it with enthusiasm
unfurl those arms and legs so wide they wrap around the whole world and gather it up– soft as crushed velvet and as easily as a lover.
First Snowfall
My favorite part of this recently-finished painting is difficult to detect on camera. Look closely with the right angles and in the right light and you’ll find… Read more “First Snowfall”
Accepting different perspectives
There’s not an extra bone in their body that’s feeling something I don’t. They are just labeling their feelings differently.
I am not a stranger to the rain
I am not a stranger to the rain. I am not a hard-packed desert who at first storm-break will flood, reject the course of life that comes most naturally. I am soft… Read more “I am not a stranger to the rain”