Fairytales and Other Fables Singleton Outsider hippie art

Fairytales and other Fables(C) Singleton 2008Featured soon at Cafepress.Com Falling,helplesslytumblingthrough thelooking glass,the make-shift mirror,the flat lined ocean,and thenfloating,drowning,buried in underwaterpetticoatsand pretty little stories,listeningfor the quiet to come...But she held the tickets,the 50/50 raffle stubs,the pink "Get out Free" cardsand it was raining,and she was

Poster Child, Singleton 2008, Outsider Hippie Art

Poster Child(c) Singleton 2008Featured soon at Cafepress.comSOLDYour face....mine....two fingers up,swayingsaying,singing,screaming"Just give me peace...."And we're a chorus,an army,a first grade paradeofwanna be's,need to be's,"Can't you see?s".....And the beat goes on.....

True Story, Singleton 2008 Hippie Art

True StorySOLD(c) Singleton 200898 pages ofBohemianlove,circles of fate,planes fallingfrom the sky....My story.The only one I know.The true story.The one they never believe.And you laughedand threw backyour beer andsaid "Cheers to the lady whose gonna save the world with just one word",not believing or seeing the change in the mirror,and I laughedwhen wesaid good~nightand you realizedyou

I Still Believe, Singleton 2008 Hippie Art

I Still Believe(c) Singleton 2008Firessplashingspitting,snakes gone mad,building anthillsin the garden...Havoc rainingtea colored stories,dripping,slipping,sepia maybes on the sunset....But not today.I believe in peace and loveand damned ifyou're gonnarainon myparade.

The Tornado, Singleton, 2008 Outsider Hippie Art

The TornadoSOLD (c) Singleton 2008Black and whitefunnel cloud,leather studsand the sound ofa trainroaringgrindingsliding,touching down,picking up,scattering wordsout of orderand upside down,on their sides,empty coffee cupsrolling in the street.But I'm the puzzle,aren't I?And I gatherSunday trinkets,Friday lines,and the tattered wingsof spent tornadosin a collection plate,take them homeand glue

The Invitation, Singleton 2008 Outsider Hippie Art

The Invitation(c) Singleton 2008Family CollectionElbows on the bar,black beer coddled,warming,a mosquito pondat his fingertips....He sat,sipping the sameold nightime magic,waitingon changeto comeslipping throughthe roadside doors.He wasn't expectingthe butterfly,accidentallymomentarilylost by fate,flitting in and flitting out,just long enough tobrush him,rush him...And in in the daysand nights

The Gift, Singleton 2008 Hippie Art

The Gift(c) Singleton 2008SOLDLittle signs,yellow wings,forgotten songs,martini moons,stacking,unfolding like perfect paper dollsand landing,dancing,at my feet.....bread crumbs in the forest..."This way"......And I almost didn't go,weary of the whisper on my neck...."This way"....a little louder,a Stevie Ray Vaughnlull~a~byeslowlygentlyrocking my world.And then I knew.Door number one.Two.Three."