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Welcome
I started this blog after moving to northern New Mexico from coastal North Carolina. Feeling the loss of my creative community, I started posting works in progress as a way to push myself forward and connect with other writers and painters.
For the first eight months or so I offered original narrative images as weekly image prompt for writers. The Storybook Collaborative pages document the collaborations.
Sadly - for I have enjoyed the adventure, and meeting so many interesting, creative souls - keeping the blog has has taken a back seat to sleep, family, work obligations and the birth of our Mountain daughters. I'd like to get back to it and still hope to one day. Until such time I am delighted by your visit and hope you will leave a comment and come back for more.
Monthly Archives: January 2008
Oh, where did that voice go? Where did I put it?
there is an old man in a gutter and he calls his voice his daughter and he sings – come to me, girl, come to me, girl, I miss you so badly I feel so lonely come to me, please, … Continue reading
why you drink so much baby?
Why you drink so much baby? You make people worry, alla time damn you fuck and fight an you drink too much baby. Sometime he love you baby. Hanging all damn time on the wall arms pinned, headache feet hurt … Continue reading
Recipe for Moonlight (Dance of the Lizard King)
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Necklace by Broadus
Broadus with necklace he made today from yarn and found and carved sticks. Works in progress in background. There is a thin line between finishing a painting and torturing it.
works in progress
A double portrait of Beethoven as a young man. (left) Oil on canvas. (right) Oil on silver projection screen material. The picture on the left has been aged. The tooth of the silver projection screen material was interesting to work … Continue reading
journal fragment # 1
I’m here to find the simple truths that I knew as a child. The dogs make a game of me, the cats curl and sleep upon my body. The daffodils await the rising of the sun. They draw their color … Continue reading
so this is recovery, you claim (unfinished business)
So this is recovery, you claim you found something new today to name but all I hear is birds, birds, birds. Last week’s New York Times sits still unopened. You were interested, you said. The schizophrenics you have known all … Continue reading
And I in my heaven (another cheerful little number)
And I in my heaven you in your hearse rainbows between us and mountains of earth. The faces of children and none of them, not even one of them cursed. . Hearts that had danced while the playing sticks knocked … Continue reading
It was, to tell the truth, a house of sighs.
It was, to tell the truth, a house of sighs. Red sighs, blue sighs, yellow sighs. All the primary sighs. Glum trees shaded the house and thick dust laid upon the eggshells. Muffled reports were occasionally heard from small rooms … Continue reading
How trying living in a world of nonsense.
How trying living in a world of nonsense. I would wear skirts and talk to chickens, grow fundamental daisies upon mountaintops, spook an old house, listen in on sneaky little children. The truth is though, the world contains us well. … Continue reading
She came, she bathed, I asked,
She came, she bathed, I asked, “Are you an augury of love? Or love itself?” At that she laughed, she made a splash. Downstairs a door was cracked and in the sudden draft I saw the legions tramp across her back. Under glint-eyed standards each … Continue reading
work in progress – Beethoven as a young man
portrait in oil on silver projection screen, 2.5′ x 3′ approx. For Ron Maltais in exchange for piano lessons for my son, Broadus.
love poem
And if once or twice, and now and then or later you, hell, or i, find it standing among the hens and swallows, somewhere under eaves and gables rooms of boxes boxes silk and closets chests of drawers too full … Continue reading
The keepers of the evergreens
I wrote the following nonsense/sound poem for fun. The “translation” was something I did to squeeze a little more fun from the silly-talk: Keepers of the Evergreens The keepers of the evergrees doyen, duyan, dogun, dees, pitched a frighted battlefrees … Continue reading
Is it a poem yet?
anger management Continue reading
Wasting time at the Takl Machine (for Fernandita Sosa)
(We try to make sense of things at the talk machine behind Burger King.) Wasting time at the takl machine my dollar card broke in two. I haven’t got a penny now, that’s why I’m calling you. The penny I … Continue reading
Flags of Ruin (cheerful, huh?)
Flags of ruin hung on bearpoints, driven screaming into the thorns, tattered and cracking like ratty old flags caught, like any old spook in the hawthorn caught, damned with ears nailed open, always open to the shreiks and howls of … Continue reading
Meeting Song, for Ivan Gold
Jody speaks and pours his heart out. My heart, which swims with knuckled things and twisted wrenches pours out and empties. How can that be? We share one heart? Eighteen feet away he sits, a gesticulating black-haired doll
let your tears come, let them water your soul
A picture poem of the morning. Quote by Eileen Mayhew.
This little riddle kid
Riddle me this, kid: This little riddle kid next to a scrap can sleeping on a lid. A half protected little girl cresting on a sea of garbage. Now the question is, can thoughts from a prayer world produce a … Continue reading
Langdon Gilkey on Niebuhr on
the immorality of groups. (Jason Bruno, this is for you.)
a dense little poem for the family
Father swings through the trees, he wrestles crocodiles, white men, personal demons. I see a small jewel,green hills and blue ocean, rotating inside the compass of heaven. Fine silver threads in circles and spirals, fractured pinpoints of gold, ruby and … Continue reading
a poem a day, even if an old one
Holderlin is a hard act to follow. I’ll put something light up here today. Something like… heron in sunshine sky wishing to rain grey marsh a kingdom he surveys i on my doorstep counting the ways everything matters everything fades … Continue reading
For Ian Gold – 2 by Holderlin
RIPENED THE FRUIT… Ripened the fruit, in fire cast, baked And tried on the earth, and it is the law That all go back into it, like snakes, Prophetic, dreaming on The hills of the heavens. And there is so … Continue reading
Teach the children paradox
Teach the children paradox, ubiquitous, and equinox. Teach them how to shadow box and sing the praises of the dark and deadly ways of memory and love. Teach them also how to snarl how to drive a lover wild when … Continue reading
the dancer in my belly
1. You can’t see the dancer in my belly, can you, mister? I didn’t think so. And I don’t have the icon to describe, much less, to explain her. You say, perhaps the moon has brought her? (She’s in the … Continue reading
mine enemy grows older 