The rosy pink
that kissed your flesh
is floating through the room like ash
and here I lay
alone but warm
tangled up in soft goodbyes
“The Morning After” Unfinished Poem by Angie Hoover- Hillhouse
Photo by Noel Alvarenga
Under The Sea
“Under The Sea” Unfinished artwork by Angie Hoover- Hillhouse
If you look closely, you can see a pencil outline of a whale coming in from the right.
Punk Rock Rob
“Punk Rock Rob” uncolored torso by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
I have difficulty drawing legs and arms from memory, so a lot of my drawings are over once I get to the belly button.
Rocky Raccoon
This Old House
Boarded up and left alone
quietly sleeping on the hill
.drafty windows.
.weeping willow.
where I used to be
she’s not so sad to me, no.
she’s not so old to me
squeeking doors and scuffed up floors
tattered drapes
torn from their rods
songs and lies down every hall
but still there’s sweetness in this dust
Unfinished Song by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
More of Angie’s Poetry here:
https://theshowtellproject.wordpress.com/category/pieces-of-us/poetry/
Image of Fragmentation
Photo by Fairytale Couture for Pieces of Us: Images of Fragmentation
Fairytale Couture’s Photography here:
The Beard
The Beard Pencil Sketch by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
I bought a series of pieces from an artist named Irana Douer (see her work here: http://www.keepinmind.com.ar/) who often paints women drowning in beds of their own hair. This bearded man is inspired by her work.
Untitled Doodle
Pencil Sketch by Alison McPherson
Alison’s Blog:
The Show Tell Project 
