seeing the extraordinary in the ordinary
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digital art by Wild Thing stirring in a pinch of thisthen of thatmortar pestlegrinds intoa powderstirring clockwise bright colors pungent smells voices … laughter flowers in baskets thyme … sage vegetables on truck beds Wild Thing © May 22, 2025
digital art by Wild Thing lay down cardsstudy themwrite notes throw the runeswrite again tea leaves in the cupagain write look for all signsto verifyprophet’s words no denyingthe prophesy will be fulfilled Wild Thing © May 21, 2025
digital art by Wild Thing sanctimonious seeing sin in every nookand cranny if possiblepublic stoningan everydayoccurrence glee in thisgroup behavioris sacrilegiousto the teachings Wild Thing © May 21, 2025
photo by Wild Thing . . . right therebeyond the storm in soft places. . . sated sighsrainbow kisses Wild Thing © May 19, 2025
digital art by Wild Thing chasingperhaps therejust around the corner it isn’t chase continuesseeming against odds breathe deeplylook withinstrive for youyou’re there sometimesthe unreachableis never meant to be Wild Thing © May 17, 2025
digital art by Wild Thing page before me . . . taste of ashes searching for . . . the words to describe the anatomy . . . of a shadow Wild Thing © May 19, 2025
digital art by Wild Thing I went lookingfor you todayI went to allyour usual haunts All there wasError 404:Page not found I doubt I’ll try again Wild Thing © May18, 2025
photo by Wild Thing childrenare alwaysreaching forsomething sometimesit’s not meantfor themstill they reach through lifeto reachfor thatjust beyond uscontinues perhaps … it’sout of reachbecause it’s not to be Wild Thing © May 17, 2025
photo by Wild Thing A dreamof a small mountain cabina shared life love and laughtermusic, dancingeasy dayslong nights not possibleand now a forever dream Wild Thing © May 16, 2025
photo by Wild Thing The air was stale as was their relationshipClouded memories and eyes, no longer reminded them of better timesThe days trudged on as their leaden feetand hearts kept movingEach waiting for the other to die Wild Thing ©May 11, 2025
