Only a great kaleidoscope
can break the cold gray stone
that forms in the bottom of the heart
when we consider the way
that we treat each other
and make it beautiful.
fine art prints
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.
mine enemy grows older 
I like the way you’ve followed kaleidoscope with cold grey (sorry, I’m English, I mean gray) stone, two images that are very extreme so are very effective. Lovely.
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Rick,
I loved The Road. The son really touched something in me when he questioned his father about us being the “good guys” so it really makes me wonder how wrong we are when we are doing the right thing, and how right we are when we are doing what most perceive to be wrong….
Lovely, indeed.
Ali
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hi rick…thanks for the comment. loved your paintings-both in colours and words. the shades of grey here are really striking, that’s what we always forget-the world isns’t mere black and white. it’s inbetween the two, so b’fully depicted in these words. the feelings-all blacks and whites mingle and form a hard grey stone deep into our hearts,so difficult to break.
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as u must have figured out…i’m still in the process of transfering material on the blog…there weren’t any poems there when u visited last…that’s the reason u couldn’t find them. i’ve put them all from poemhunter…glad i did. they were rotting there!
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Very glad to see you, tinarathore. last I checked, the poem titles had transferred over but did not come up when I clicked on them. Maybe by now. I’ll try again.
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Ali, I know. It moved me, too, so very powerfully. I know it must have made you think of your boys. It certainly made me think of mine. We may not know how it will work out in the end but we have to carry the fire, and try to find ways to kindle it in them. Luckily, all things work for the good, given half a chance will try to swing around to the good…
waiting is….
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