A single wolf howls.
The moonlight shines, its craters hum.
The night explodes through time.
Here is another unusual woman I met on the sidewalk last week.
I didn’t catch her name, but walked towards home with her so I could show her where Clark’s convenience store was. She wanted to buy a calling card.
She’d been waiting at the train station in the middle of a transfer to visit an ex boyfriend in Washington on Tuesday. She had already been on the train for 6 hours, and it was only Saturday afternoon.
The Hat Club!
And a bird too I guess.
Tall windows throw morning light dancing across the ceiling.
I mailed this card to the flower shop so they could put it in the bouquet for delivery.
This is Dixie.
I met her at the gas station when she asked me for a ride to Burger King.
I learned that she has twin daughters, Martha and Amanda, and she thinks they’re 24 years old but she couldn’t remember. They study at MSU.
Also, we both have poor vision, but prefer contacts over glasses.
An old cow.
Ink and watercolor, 5”x7”
Buy this ol’ Bessie at The Market on June 8th if you want! Division Avenue, Grand Rapids MI.
Another sneakedy-peak of Jonathan Burke’s book ‘Made’
A Cinco de Mayo sunset. Mmm, mmm.
And no, this is not a bloody instagram photo.