Sixty Six Sirens-new gallery in santa fe, nm

smoke, crickets, a hole in my heart

i dream you're not dead anymore like i have before
you're sleeping on the living room floor: then i wake
up; smoke, crickets, a hole in my heart.

dead leaves and the queen, she is dark
on her living; u are ruined like degrees
almost poetic

i am sleeping and i want more and i am not ending
drawing an iris on madonna's liver now that you're
across the floor; i wake to wake up

i wake up yearning and i have books and i had it
u put your lit me up dark shadow on the dead in
dwarf quotes

these moments and this movie comes, so many things
buried in the love; i wake up and there is no never
smelled a place to turn; first she is surprised i have
crickets in the night and i interest u and u whined
into the palace; throw away this beautiful
geranium brain

smell the also when u wake up with my hole in my
innocent australia, i wake up in the green grass
most in my heart, then in my heart, human body
parts out; ah la, the world is yours and i wake
up and i have married my biggest living room
complaint

u know deep into before, your sleeping dreams lurching
from ethnic sleeping, a baby day and then i'll roll awake
you've got no similar red big ball, my not dead anymore
heart, not dead anymore secret, stay low as i like

crackling gelatin

dreams about animals, he gets the there

so it came uncomfortable in a social small

the bugs are terribly exhausted from u

u think, black bear; it's wrong to do the

dishes on the blaze

i want it highly addictive, he agreed with

goals and our stings, someone is 4,000

acre ranch food, a small case of unless

there's something, happy beginnings

u just want an amount of fun, the left claims

u knew; noisy cricket gun discussion, my

mountain lion, facebook family feud answer

list, it's a jungle online

the blaze is our pet, it might rain, a bald eagle

my new lion, save small children, a marxist

pooch, a backpacker equivalent to the snake

it didn't hang around, crackling gelatin

the answers cheat; i am a pet sitter for global

warming--it could be past dream interpretations

and wagging, first him and then the high road

he was cutting her hair and/or fishing

he doesn't swim our dependence on it

i wanted to break him to go, u want to cut

i strut our pet; their argument was that

a few tricks up my sleeve

a few tricks up my sleeve, a photo by Digital Aardvarks on Flickr.

mixed media on paper

Poets for Change

catch my it in your ghost

i am descending as an e-mail windex expert
i iron your brain, i knock on my car in my
sandpaper suit and i am a wand

u wash the stage like a brainwashed online dictionary

i am not industry and i don't google zombie knows best
i am overwhelmed and i am willing to iron your pants
with bloody purpose

u were supposed to hum and help me
i am willing to want control and i speak
to your parasites for 3 days

catch my it in your ghost
my chemicals are parked
in your language and i iron
your elephants

u have a voice; u are going to drink darts
your tickets are in the sun, u would be safer
than a doorknob, catch me if u can't

i let u go, i iron your talent
and someone else's aquarium
thanks u

i will break their dreams in your valley
i am willing to break their dreams

Donna Kuhn | Art with a Heart Gallery

Donna Kuhn | Art with a Heart Gallery

seattle art gallery and online store