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To the left you'll find current work and gems from the past. In the column below: sketches, updates, and occasional poetic musings.

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David Sherer

Here's a little something I painted last month; a portrait of local writer David Scherer.


The reviled moth,
Exposing the righteous in their holy rags.
Addicted to light,
tapping morse code messages
on insomniac windows.
Flying headlong into the sun.

The Accident

Hands and bow tremble. 
Black arrow planted, flag-like 
In his love's pale breast.

Return to Sender

Life and love
Yet still
Rising again
And coming forth
From a frayed, pallid canvas bag.
A delayed-in-transit letter mailed
By a recently passed gramma.
Laughter returns
Reruns of old jokes
Scrawl their way into my eyes
Not all tears must be sorrow.

My Neighbors

Who are my neighbors?

They are the sprouts of grass,
they are schools of minnows,
they are grasshoppers,
they are field mice,
they are snails,
they are raindrops.

My neighbor is a spotted owl,
A black rhinoceros,
A bluebird,
A condor.

My neighbor is of no utility to me,
She makes me sad about myself.

My neighbor is your child and all children.
My neighbor is currently on death row,
An unwanted pebble inside a rock.
Condemned baby, round-bellied mama,
I am in the next cell over.
Cheering on your deaths
In hopes it puts off my own.

My neighbors are all the elders and species,
Once I learn to love each neighbor as myself,
Realize there is no difference
Between the graceful and the useful
Between mud and blood,
Between sinner and saint
Once God is accepted in all these forms
We need not be born again.