A dyslexic dreamer who once thought reading and writing were beyond reach. Yet here I am, an artist, wordsmith, and illustrator—ready to weave stories and poems from my artwork.
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a frantic chirping sweep the tired grasses for seeds glacial winds rising the steel gray sky is angry a snow storm will be unleashed
By Daphsam12 months ago in Poets
I love to use watercolor as realistically as possible, and this coconut gave me two key: creating depth in the foreground and coconut and capturing texture.
By Daphsam12 months ago in Art
Recently, I have found doing a word search to be very therapeutic and calming. And I am not talking about the digital kind. I am talking about the good old-fashioned paper book word searches with a pencil!
By Daphsam12 months ago in Longevity
trip wires everywhere conversation runs dry as a barren desert
sterile, stark, snowy white room, as frigid as a morgue, a narrow gurney lay quietly, center stage, for its star. harsh beeps bounce off the crisp, cemented walls.
Over the past four years, I have lost both of my parents, my identity as a caregiver, and my daily routine. One of the ways that I coped with my loss was through music. I found comfort in listening to songs that resonated with my feelings.
By Daphsam12 months ago in Beat
All I remember opening the coffee beans this morning before the family woke. The aroma of robust beans teased my senses that an energy award was near. Before taking the fresh beans to the grinder, an ear-piercing scream scattered my solitude. Startled from the coffee, I ran towards my wife’s cry for help. Taking the steps two at a time, I followed her panicked cry for “Call 911” a faint whimpering sound echoed down the hallway.
By Daphsamabout a year ago in Fiction
Only you complete us, like yin and yang, you enhance our flavors and bring perfect harmony. Created by Daphsam- © 2025 Daphsam's Art. All Rights Reserved.
By Daphsamabout a year ago in Poets
Interview on what it’s like to be creative everyday. When nothing comes to find to write, write an interview of how I am feeling.
By Daphsamabout a year ago in Writers
I open the labradoodle and out came an oatmeal cookie. I open the oatmeal cookie and out came the powdered sugar. I open the powdered sugar and out came the painful cavity.
Just enough snow fall creates rivers of pattern to disguise black ice **** A wintery bond, snow, as soft as a blanket,
I received this online book from my husband for Christmas. I am going to try to use it daily if something sparks. Today's prompt was "And So It Begins"- write a poem about the orgin of something, person, relationship.
