Process of corrosion
The graduation
watch
slipped into the drain
and the anger
poured
bouncing off
the uncovered breasts
pounding
onto the huddled legs
water drops
barely allowing
a cover-up,
crossed arms
and the angry words
piled up
dirty laundry style
stale smell
begging to be washed
hung clean to dry
but time had slipped by
falling into the drain
sliding among the shiny metal pipes
commencing the inevitable
process of corrosion.
About Me
Much of my subject matter focuses on moments in time and doesn’t shy away from emotions. Breast cancer, for example, has played a large role in my family and many of my pieces have reflected this in one way or another.