Being gassed out last night in my house from reporting an incident of abuse, I dreamt of a scientist and priest sprinkling pennies under my fluffy painting hat to give my geriatric expression a flare, I imagined each penny being my penance while my pennies fell on to my composition and onto my pallet. with compassion for those attacking me and those being attacked. No one can take life recklessly without reason or taken things for granted. Confessions like mine occur only once a million especially when you are fighting for your life, your sanity and you are robbing your own piggy bank. Painter Sherry M Joiner
Arts and Writing by Sherry 