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Science Page One 2010 by sarah-w Science Page One 2010 :iconsarah-w:sarah-w 1 2 Ernie Frye pencil s-wookey by sarah-w Ernie Frye pencil s-wookey :iconsarah-w:sarah-w 1 0 Linda Wookey by Sarah Wookey by sarah-w Linda Wookey by Sarah Wookey :iconsarah-w:sarah-w 0 2 Love is High by sarah-w Love is High :iconsarah-w:sarah-w 1 0 Dr John Frey, John ll,  Ernie by sarah-w Dr John Frey, John ll, Ernie :iconsarah-w:sarah-w 4 5 Dr. John Frey with 2 of 3 sons by sarah-w Dr. John Frey with 2 of 3 sons :iconsarah-w:sarah-w 2 1 Save the Mind by sarah wookey by sarah-w Save the Mind by sarah wookey :iconsarah-w:sarah-w 4 8 ID by sarah-w ID :iconsarah-w:sarah-w 0 4 4-8-08 Image Sarah Wookey by sarah-w 4-8-08 Image Sarah Wookey :iconsarah-w:sarah-w 1 4 Bonnie Blue by sarah-w Bonnie Blue :iconsarah-w:sarah-w 3 10 Birth of a Portrait 2 by sarah-w Birth of a Portrait 2 :iconsarah-w:sarah-w 1 7 Another Baby Face by sarah-w Another Baby Face :iconsarah-w:sarah-w 3 9 Nuclear Sky by sarah-w
Mature content
Nuclear Sky :iconsarah-w:sarah-w 26 35
Sandy 3 by sarah-w Sandy 3 :iconsarah-w:sarah-w 1 8 Sandy 2 by sarah-w Sandy 2 :iconsarah-w:sarah-w 1 2 sarah wookey on Feb-2007 by sarah-w sarah wookey on Feb-2007 :iconsarah-w:sarah-w 4 25


my heavenly devil
alluring..attractive...lovely and fire is to a moth..beautiful and! and lethal...raging in its natural calm application of time old laws of sure of itself and seems uncaring to its burning surrounding...why should it care when it-itself- burns in grace?
pure like an angel...gracious...warm..loving..walks not the earth but floats ...yet like a devil..with the (i know - you know) smirk on the face..enjoying the yearning of all its lovers and petties their bad fortune that caught them in its web....but would it set them free? does a flower tell off a bee? does a flower even notice the bee?would all the honey the bee can give be of any use to the flower?
how can i quest such perfection,how can anyone?
how can i lust over such purity...and even can i not? how do you make love to a soul and speak to a body and drink air and breath under water?
this is you...who are you
self defining and explaining....indescribable for others and untouchabl
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Unjust by royalbucket Unjust :iconroyalbucket:royalbucket 2 4 the sence in my dream by SamWhisp the sence in my dream :iconsamwhisp:SamWhisp 157 30 Trinity by DDzim Trinity :iconddzim:DDzim 718 215 Seaside Trip by BenHeine Seaside Trip :iconbenheine:BenHeine 20 2 Summer Time by BenHeine Summer Time :iconbenheine:BenHeine 170 23 Loneliness by BenHeine Loneliness :iconbenheine:BenHeine 52 12 two buds by mrsselfdestruct two buds :iconmrsselfdestruct:mrsselfdestruct 2 2 two buds ii by mrsselfdestruct two buds ii :iconmrsselfdestruct:mrsselfdestruct 3 1 Ruge by Vulkanito Ruge :iconvulkanito:Vulkanito 8 1
Request of a Cancer Victim
No matter who you are or where you live you have been touched by cancer. Be it through your peers, family members, or your own diagnosis.
Cancer leaves an ever growing path of destruction in its wake. The stories are heart wrenching and just as great in amount.
Today, I will share with you John44NY's story.
John44NY and his wife, Corina, met when they were only fourteen, shortly after her birthday. As it turns out she was only twenty five days his senior. Shortly after meeting, they drove off to another state to be wed; at 14 mind you. When the love birds turned 18 they had a wonderful family wedding. Every year, for the twenty five days after Corina's birthday, John would tell everyone that Corina was the elder in their family.
Then, at the young age of thirty nine, Corina passed away of liver cancer. Once she reached Stage 4 (meaning you have a 30-90 day life expectancy and are eligible to be on the transplant list) Corina lived for twenty eight and a half days. By the twen
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What Shimmers in the Dark by MatthewForte What Shimmers in the Dark :iconmatthewforte:MatthewForte 6 0 Seaside by CLWOOKEY Seaside :iconclwookey:CLWOOKEY 1 0
Life Lesson Number 5
Nothing is written in stone
Except that we are not alone
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FILM: Koma :iconecker00:Ecker00 271 244


This entry was originally written a few years ago just after the death of Alison Yanero.
It's title at that time was "Alison Yanero's Pages of Flesh"

This morning I woke up very early and did some thinking while it was still nice amd quiet and dark: just impressions / reflections of my life so far and  the lives of friends who have gone on. I thought of Alison again. I wondered and contemplated what her life felt like to her. What did the world look like through her eyes?

I understand and accept that there will always be certain rooms of human experience which some of us can never enter. Still I try, even if in vain to understand what I can. So what you're reading here is the best I can do so far.

Death is such a brutal teacher. It's definatly an effective one. We don't seem to be learning much from Life or history.

My hope/reason for putting this up again is that someone, somewhere will read these words and understand Alison's plight on a higher level and 'use it' to change the world for all the other Alisons who are with us now or are on thier way. (Oprah can you hear me?)

Written below is the way I imagine the world  looked through her eyes.

Some things are meant to be. Some things are obviously meant to be. ‘Life’ is a good example especially if it’s our own. The ones we love; No questions there. Even the ones we don’t, most of us believe that their lives mean just as much as ours, but what about the others?, The child molesters and the serial killers of the world?  What about them? Does God love them too? And what about God? Where is HE? And what about torture and genocides? If these obscenities aren’t enough for us to look at or turn away from or fall to the ground with grief from, there’s abject poverty right in front of us everyday inside the doors to the land of the milk and honey. Yep hunger, disease, not enough medicine, not enough funding for researchers to do their jobs and feed their own families and at the opposite end of this madness is enormous wealth thriving simultaneously beside the suffering poor. It’s so surreal. I want to compare it  to the sickest joke I’ve ever heard. The contrast is turned up so high we walk around wearing sunglasses. So in the midst of this we build better war machines to insure us greater capacity to kill. We create bigger cars and bigger TVs because that’s commerce baby! It’s progress and furthermore it’s health food for our egos and maybe most importantly, it’s entertainment. We fly around in outer space and dream of forming meaningful relationships with aliens while the least of us down below dream of just a fraction of that attention and Mother Earth cries acid rain because she is dying too. You tell me: Is the whole world insane or is this a gift reserved for the exclusive Hyper-sensitive elite; The keepers of compassion who don’t know how to look away. The flowers, the butterflies, the diamonds: You want to see what they look like? Here: We are Sylvia Plath, Vincent van Gogh, Virginia Wolf, Sergei Yesenin, Ernest Hemingway, Rembrandt Bugatti, Jim Morrison, , Janis Joplin, 'ALISON YANERO', Frida Kahlo, Curt Cobain, Billy Holliday….the list is so long. It’s too long. How much longer does it need to be before we realize as a whole race of one people that we are killing our own selves: Suffocating the spirits of our own hearts.

The world lost piece of it’s self not long ago: Another part of our body died when Alison Yanero simply walked outside her home one night and drowned in four inches of water. Fear scores another touchdown as apathy cheers from the balcony. Did I mention pride?  It was there. A whole legion of it.
She was only 44 yrs. old.

This is the way she looked through my mine.

Tortured, terrified and often paralyzed by the conditions of this life, the beginning paragraph is dedicated to her: Alison Yanero, our poetic genius who hated to write. For her, I think that writing about anything true was like tearing off a piece of her skin for us to look at and read and 'analyze'.
I just want to say a few more words about this amazing and yet broken spirit. This part I dedicate to her family and closest friends who loved her: Alison Yanero was an intellectual. She held a masters degree in sociology. She had a raging passion for social reform and justice, especially for the poor. She was a diehard democrat. She wore a tee shirt once that read “Rush Limbaugh Must Die” on the front of it. I'm about the most pro-life person you could ever meet but that tee shirt was funny. Alison the singer had a haunting, smoky voice very much like Stevie Nicks’ and could captivate an audience, suppress bad stage fright and morph into whoever the crowd wanted her to become all at the same time. That was Alison the pleaser. Alison the compassionate along with her husband Tixi worked with wayward teenaged boys and threw thier whole hearts into the job, but especially Alison. She could never put it down. She cared too much. That was Alison the mother. She also worked for a time for the Human Services Dept. as a children’s advocate- family social worker. Her job there was to deem families and their physical environments worthy or not to keep their children. The importance of which always over rode it’s low pay as well as the emotional tug it took on her heart. I remember telling her once ”Ally, that’s just the dark side of the light.” trying to encourage her to write about it and I can’t forget the way she looked at me at that moment. A look that said ”You just don’t understand.” She was fighting so much harder than any of us knew except maybe for Tixi her husband. But even he felt helpless I think.
None of us can know the value of a life. We are left to suffer the sorrows when it is taken from us. She taught and showed us things we cannot humanly comprehend. At least not in our conscious states.
She came to us for Gods own reasons and stayed as long as she possibly could. It's our job I suppose to accept these things which God alone decides: these things that are meant to be.

I saw you fighting Ally. I watched you looking for a place to just breathe for a minute. I saw the fear and the damage done that day we prayed together and I held both of your hands in mine to stop them from shaking. I heard your prayer: you spoke three words to Jesus and I thought my heart would break in two. I felt your despair and the fear and the dirty old man. He's gone now Ally. You're safe.

Thank you for your heart of gold and your courage and your brilliance and complexity: Your poetry; your own "Pages of Flesh". You gave so much more than you ever asked for. Your legacy will be difficult for us to achieve. Because it will scream to us from this day forward >>>>"YOU ARE YOUR BROTHER'S KEEPER~!This is what happens to the human spirit when we lable each other because it's simply easier than taking the time to understand." <<

This is a great legacy Alison.
You were a flower living in a world full of elephants.

I guess elephants would have no reason to know about flowers or why they may feel a little nervous now and then.

Through my eyes YOU ARE A GREAT WARRIOR. Few would last as long as you in that particualar battlefield.
Through my eyes you'll forever be 'ALISON the BRAVE"
  • Listening to: cat stevens on youtube.Yes I did say youtube
  • Reading: no. writing on youtube.
  • Watching:
  • Playing: u have my permission laugh
  • Eating: be easy though I'm sensitive
  • Drinking: I did not pick my name koowley but I'm stuck w/it


sarah wookey
United States
Current Residence: West Virginia
Favourite genre of music: don't discriminate
Favourite photographer: Chris Wookey..CLWOOKEY on DA
Favourite style of art: expressionism
Operating System: eyes, hands, brain
MP3 player of choice: my kids could tell you
Shell of choice: shock apperantly
Wallpaper of choice: like my walls white
Skin of choice: Fred's
Favourite cartoon character: me- a little too often
Personal Quote: how's my spelling?


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crh Featured By Owner Sep 9, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
happy b-day Sarah! hope you're well.... :rose:
geowulf Featured By Owner Apr 11, 2011
I am well.. How are you?!
geowulf Featured By Owner Sep 8, 2010
what have you been up to?
I have my last child on the way.... any day now.
MatthewForte Featured By Owner Jun 18, 2010
Thank you so much for the 'watch!:D
giyvin Featured By Owner Feb 7, 2010
crh Featured By Owner Dec 7, 2009  Hobbyist General Artist
thanx for commenting on my work (yeah it was long time ago, but I wasn't active in DA for a long time ;-) )
If you do care, I added some more works to my :gallery:

btw - I love your work (although I'm not into portraits much - as they never turn out well ;-) :love: your "nuclear sky".
love, chris
sarah-w Featured By Owner Jul 28, 2009
hello everybody. I haven't been around much lately but plz don't hold it against my friend Ben Hiene.
Check out just a few of his recent masterpieces you will find them up to the left of this pg in my favorites section.
Send him your thoughts and feelings about his work. He's a PHENOM. He really is(and never would he say that) So see for yourselves.
GREAT to see you again Ben.
honeysuckleasif Featured By Owner Jun 4, 2009
How do u like my name lol? Sarah you are such an insperation to so many, I am so glad to see you have a fan base, because I am a fan of urs now to. Those who do not know Sarah I can tell you on a personal bases, that she is a beautiful woman inside and out, she is as real as all get, I love her. Oh hows my spelling?
Vulkanito Featured By Owner Mar 9, 2009
Thanks a lot for the fav :hug:
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