one night on the beach

i said to you

our shoes in the sand

your hand in my hand

in a trance of truth

i said to you

my best inner secrets

as the sun set

and a light breeze

caught your brown hair

remarkable

i said to you

touching your cheek with care

like a leaf

whispering what

i should have said

years ago

there is love that

may be delayed

but not denied

true then, true on that beach.

true still.

-- douglas brent smith

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Gears of Joy

Gears of Joy, collage by Douglas Brent Smith This is page 305 of Journal #33, Life in Progress.

She Could Juggle Anything, sketch by Douglas Brent Smith, from Journal #34, Mission Control. Juggling is dancing. Objects join in the dance. Sometimes you control those objects, sometimes those objects appear to control you. The illusion is part of the fun.

Back Inner Cover

Back Inner Cover of Journal #33, Life In Progress, by Douglas Brent Smith, A collage that's not exactly a typical collage. It's what I often do with the back inner covers of my journals -- simply randomly put stickers, stamps, name tags, and other sticky objects.

Note to Self 20230423

If you keep working your craft you will be amazed at how much you've learned and how much more there is yet to learn. -- doug smith

Bugs In The System

Bugs In The System, collage, mixed media by Douglas Brent Smith

Wild Towers

Wild Towers -- collage by Douglas Brent Smith Notes: In the lower right corner is one of my favorite photos -- my brother Dave and me at Grandmom and Grandpop Rogers' house. If you look closely you can see Grandpop Rogers sitting in his chair. He was probably reading the newspaper, the Bridgeton Evening News. It was a great newspaper in those days and Grandpop read it front to back every night. There are more clear versions of this picture, probably even in other collages because I love it so much. Those were wonderful days and I miss my little brother so much.

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