Sketching and Writing in Italy

Za-Za In your dream there is that buzzing sound near your ear. They know when you are most vulnerable, a forearm on top of a blanket, A leg ...

Moist communications Water moving from place to place Evaporating, condensing, beading, dripping. One moment floating freely in the air, The...

Rosie’s The warmth of the sun of the Dominican Republic Bathes the dark heart of Savonarola. Each night dogs eagerly wait for their master’s...

The Master of the Blue Bin His friends amazed at his skill, witnessing flesh conquering machine. He was one with the claw, grasping a fuzzy ...

Squeegee Guy Standing in the hot Tuscan sun where roads cross, The mustachioed tattered prince of a despised race Of centuries of darkness s...

San Giovanni Haiku Over San Croce Tattooed players battle for fiery flowers. William Padgett, 30 June 2005

Italian Zen Gangs of swallows drawing eights Around the tiles and antennae. Diving, gliding, turning, not noticing The call she didn’t want ...

A Year of Living Carlessly I don’t need to get a driving license to walk, I never have to circle the block to park my feet, There is no wait...

I lost a good friend this week, Romano was the quintessential Florentine gentleman. He was a hard working and very talented sculptor as well...

Mio Albero It has been in this Giardina a very long time The seasons recorded in growth and sleep. Planted by a man who would never Enjoy in...

I chose to go to art school because I always loved to draw. I graduated from Washington University i n St. Louis with a BFA in Illustration....