Between the By-Road and the Main Road

I. One birthday some years ago, Rob handed me a slim wrapped package to open. He and I celebrated birthdays one day next to the other ...

I. from my art journal: Widow (gesso, acrylic paint, ink, pencil) based on an image by Pam Carriker At the end of the street a man s...

I. Watercolor on Yupo Paper (August 2016) I wonder how long it will be? How much time needs to pass before I no longer feel that sic...

(M.A. Reilly, 2015) I. You would think after the passing of many months, I would not lose hold of the plot. Rob is dead. There I sa...

. Wolf Waiting (M.A. Reilly, cut and torn paper collage, 2015) I. To the left of his desk were a pair of brown thongs, Rob liked ...

from art journal (M.A. Reilly, 2016) I. With grief, regression occurs. No matter what direction forward seems to be there is no strai...

L: my family, C: My dad with Devon, R: Rob and Devon I.  I woke up this morning dragged from a  dream I was having about fatherho...