Paul Cezanne, "House of Pere Lacroix" 1873 - Courtesy National Gallery of Art, Washington ...continued. There, in all her glorious dark hair, stood Pila d'Arezzo. August lost his voice. The two men looked at each other, one sick from guilt, the other sick from love. "Hallo, Jackson." She waved at the barkeeper. "Can I get… Continue reading Classic Art Series: 4 – August Part 2
Author: Dawn M. Paul
I am a creator and Jesus enthusiast sharing peace and joy through art and story.
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Just a note to share my new welcome page on the website. It's got my current works-in-progress: Welcome! I’m so glad that you’ve joined me. I am the author of “You Are Forgiven,” my creative non-fiction Christian testimony. It can be found in paperback or as an e-book exclusively on Amazon here: tinyurl.com/hyvez4x On my… Continue reading News
Classic Art Series: 4 – August Part 1
Paul Cezanne, "House of Pere Lacroix" 1873 - Courtesy National Gallery of Art, Washington August peered over the pond. What is she doing now? I can't see her through the trees anymore. Autumn needs to come fast so the leaves fall. I need to see my beloved again. Every day August strolled the walking path… Continue reading Classic Art Series: 4 – August Part 1
Beach
Waves crashing loudly Tall grass waving at seagulls shells crushing to sand.
Classic Art Series: 3 – Roderick
Claude Monet, "Woman with a Parasol" 1875 - Courtesy National Gallery of Art, Washington "Thank you, Ma'am, for letting me sketch you. I will take my sketch home and paint it out. It should be ready for you to pick up by next Wednesday." The woman nodded. Roderick handed her a note card with a… Continue reading Classic Art Series: 3 – Roderick
Welcome!
Hello to all my new followers! I'm glad you're here, no matter the road you travelled to arrive. I have been blogging for over the past year and a half to keep in the habit of writing - poetry and short stories mostly. I know some of it's been bad, and because I'm better now,… Continue reading Welcome!
Banana Palm
Your leaves grow longer than my arm. Where is your head? Split and cut, your blood should be leaking, but you crinkle instead. Taller than a basketball player and splayed wide, indiscreet, dwarfing me as I stand next to you, you live and you die, and then repeat.
Dawn Marie Paul 