sketch: cool breeze blows, but mind the wasp

crude mono sketch of a nude female figure reaching for the sky with an outstretched hand

sketch: the plug won’t reach, of course

crude greyscale sketch of a mangled hand trying to make a plug reach an outlet

poem: screeching, I’m reaching

screeching, I’m reaching
a limit
I’ve set for myself
of a few and few
words and a few and few sketches too
no job, no prob,
I’m already well on
the lam