So I Promised...

You got me to 85 followers over the weekend on Twitter, so here are the choices you will have for the 100th follower freebie! (Tell your friends, then muscle in on number 100 if you haven't followed already.)

Follower 100 will receive a 5 by 7 (postcard size) Print of one of the awful paintings I'm going to post on this blog signed by me. They will also receive a matted and signed copy of one of my poems that I will also list below. The poem selections are all from my book Electronically Yours which will be available in my Etsy shop soon. The book is going to be $10.00 each. $5.00 of each sale will be donated to the April's Army charity fund. Anyway...

So here's the thing. I used to be good at painting. In high school. I really applied myself back then. Now I don't care enough to apply myself. Hence, the crap you see below. The pics are taken from my iphone because I can't find the double a batteries I bought last week and I need to get this blog up today. So in actual reality, they're not as blurry.

You could get the "Market Fresh Bunny" painting. It will be on the background I painted when you get it:

This one I like to call "Spring Swing" my daughter has been watching a lot of Tweety Bird lately. I painted this for her room and she calls it a "baby duck".

This one is called "Bubbles the Octopus" I wanted to paint a purple octopus...so sue me.

This one I threw in for the hell of it. It's a collage I made out of magazine clippings and tin foil. Hey! You could call it "upcycled!" (It was an art project for a college class.)

And this one is a pencil drawing of Fidget and his owner, Ami. Little characters I draw that I made up. This one will be cleaned up, and the line art will be put in digitally by the time you get it. The text says "Fidget is a well loved bunny."

AND on to the poetry...Read them, pick the one you like best.

electronically yours

ily.

letters finger-struck

in cramped, rectangular spaces

send crumbled over air

waves

to him

then her

then them.

ilyt.

replies equally

cyber-spaced quickly

up to ten recipients

at once

read on glowing phones

the one shared sentiment.

and at times i wonder

tapping the caffeine lines in my veins

tugging heavy, clutter-laden bags

caught around my ankles-

when did the time come

when we no longer had the time

to write out

i love you?

Spin

Spin

like water

in the waist-deep pool

as the kids go

‘round in circles

Dying for lack of air

The girl breaks loose

Brown sugar hair

torn in fingers aching with the pressure

of a thousand phone numbers

and a thousand smokey voices

siphoning through the receiver

And I feel them

And she drips with the water

and tears

the sweat

So we both sink in

and spin to the center

Denial at 9:00 pm

Stupid

Sugary words

ramble from you like

Saliva

falling from the snap-hungry jowls of a hyena

laughing at nothing

My long-boned fingers

viced in yours

Clammy.

The sensation makes me cringe.

I wish

you’d stop talking

and just drink me in

Like the boys teetering on bar stools

lost in PBR.

I stare at the rim of my glass

gulping again a pine-flavored concoction

as you keep speaking

and drain another beer.

I check my watch.

It’s much too early

to make escape.

Alrighty then. So there are your choices. Keep following! (We're at 91, only 9 to go!)

Thank you guys for actually giving a shit about what I do. It's weird, but I like it!

<3Saz