I told you I was weird. One of my more recent pieces fits that category nicely. The title comes from something my husband said. He was talking about how some people seem to repeat certain behaviors in a desperate attempt to get attention, but end up doing what he would call a bad parody of themselves. This digital piece illustrates that concept of a bad self-parody.


I’m working on a poem to go with this one, but I haven’t finished it. The title, itself, got my thoughts swinging in a negative direction and I had to put those lines away. I’ll indulge my inner pessimist some other day.


A Walk in the Park

A walk through the park
Cold spring morning’s pondering
Faded memories
Hang from an old tree
Surrounded by hope’s new growth
Blowing in the wind
A walk through the park
Even the trees will question
My musings this day
I lost three hours, thinking
About the seasons.