Enigmatic Epigrams is the first chapter from my novel, BABY, IT’S YOU. It was published in September, 2020.
Edouard Vuillard’s Office Cat… Visual artists invent worlds to put their work in context. Creativity spills into the world where you, I and cats live…
Picasso’s Cat Before A Mirror… You’d have an interesting time and very likely get lost, taking a hike through the mind of Pablo Picasso like this cat did. From Famous Artists’ Cats: The Book By David Stone No guarantee the experience would be pleasant; in fact, you could […]
About the black cat in Monet’s garden….. By David Stone Claude Monet moved to Giverny in 1883. He was 43 years old and a recent widower with two children. His life, once so difficult he attempted suicide, impoverished and unrecognized, began turning around. He painted eventual masterpieces in […]
Lucky To Have Her is Chapter One From the Novel by David Stone You can say I failed. I won’t disagree with you. But life is a story told after the fact. At what did I or does anyone else fail? Among all the flesh and bone, bodies […]
Inexplicably at the time, just months before Jerry shocked the universe of Abraham-Hicks with an announcement of his undergoing chemotherapy, Esther showed another face of Abraham, an impossible face, mean, disparaging and angry. Was there a connection?
Abraham Hicks is Dead is an excerpt from An Abraham Hicks Digest, a collection of online articles. Note: I didn’t get this one 100% right. I wrote it during the painful summer interval following disclosure of Jerry Hicks’s cancer. The roof seemed to be falling in, but Esther […]
Why do we evolve? We know that we do, but do we know why? Our emotional, sensual response to the sight and smell of a flower encourages us to take one step after another until we reach the source. Not unlike other investigating creatures, we smell and touch […]
Traveling Without A Passport Chapter, Free: Happily Morally Corrupt and Sort of Married in 1975… The times were as fluid as the rules when America lost its virginity.
You are un-directing the passage, right? You are non-navigating the ship I feel, in long hysterical drifts that I am on the formless threshold of an enormous room without walls and that you are […]