Monthly Archives: September 2008

it’s true

Posted on September 28, 2008 by rick mobbs

I just get better and better looking. Thanks, Virginia Jones, for sending this little portrait, a memento of our Grand Canyon rafting trip. Photo by Mike Jones or Liz Willey. In the beginning, when we were still made of mud, … Continue reading →

Posted in liz willey, mike jones, mud people, portraits, virginia jones | 11 Comments

summer 2

Posted on September 27, 2008 by rick mobbs

Like the moon she swims in darkness. She gives, and only hands can block her gifts. She wraps herself in blues and greens and tastes of loam and snow, of marmalade and rolling thunder. Summer hides within the everglades with … Continue reading →

Posted in art, autumn, ekphrasis, fall, line break puzzle, poetry, summer, the 4 seasons, the four seasons | 4 Comments

9/24/08 image prompt

Posted on September 24, 2008 by rick mobbs

A day early but I’ll be out of town tonight (off to Santa Fe to hear Isabel Allende with my son, Broadus, who loves her children’s stories, and a van full of international students from UWC-USA). And besides, this is … Continue reading →

Posted in art, ekphrasis, image prompts, isabel allende, painting, poetry, stories, storybook collaborative, supernatural bridge, Uncategorized, works in progress | 13 Comments

obama

Posted on September 19, 2008 by rick mobbs
Posted in art, hope, poetry, race in america, stand up, stupid war, vote | 14 Comments

9/18/08 image prompt

Posted on September 18, 2008 by rick mobbs

This image was inspired by the spirited freedom always evident in the artwork produced by my son, Broadus. If a dragon needs four eyeballs, or double jaws, or teeth in its belly he does not hesitate to add them. It … Continue reading →

Posted in art, broadus, collaboration, ekphrasis, image prompts, painting, poetry, quesrtionable rights of the state, stories, storybook collaborative, stupid war, tell us a story!, the children's hour | 5 Comments

9/11/angels and demons

Posted on September 13, 2008 by rick mobbs

Another day, and my small town sings into a gray morning. The clouds hang low, walking slowly eastward on bound feet; their feathered skins and souls are wrapped in old newspapers, damp straw, cotton from the fields to westward; they … Continue reading →

Posted in art, poetry, prose poem, stories, stupid war, waking dream | 10 Comments

openhand’s story

Posted on September 12, 2008 by rick mobbs

.the dragon prince Mister Openhand, I think maybe it would be okay to quit your day job.

Posted in art, birth, ekphrasis, image prompts, myths, openhand, painting, poetry, stories, the children's hour | 6 Comments

9/11/08 image post

Posted on September 11, 2008 by rick mobbs

Maybe someone can find a story here? Or a poem? This painting belongs to Broadus, and he would like a story, please. It’s almost bedtime. Sept. 11, 2008 image prompt . The Dragon Prince, by Openhand . A Not-story, by … Continue reading →

Posted in art, callings, ekphrasis, image prompts, painting, poetry, stories, storybook collaborative | 15 Comments

the dream of the sailor

Posted on September 11, 2008 by rick mobbs

The black cats arrange themselves in pairs by starlight, on polished black marble by a black lapping sea. They bow to each other — yes, they stand upright — and wait till the band leader clicks, one, two, three…. The … Continue reading →

Posted in art, dream of the sailor, is this love?, love, poetry, stories, waking dream | 9 Comments

stolen poem

Posted on September 8, 2008 by rick mobbs

Early Naomi but still a fave. It is sometimes hard to get back to poetry if one is really good at grant writing, speaking, facilitation and training, strategic planning, community organizing and the like. But sometimes I wonder who is … Continue reading →

Posted in art, baseball, callings, naomi swinton, old man and sea, poetry, stories, the writing life | 11 Comments

saturday night in the big city

Posted on September 6, 2008 by rick mobbs

Once I saw a seed gone bad, a twisted, tortured face it had, its roots and voice were trapped inside, life would never break through here; tomorrow would wait forever. It was a futile, little, budless thing, full of sadness, … Continue reading →

Posted in art, poetry, stories | 6 Comments

winter

Posted on September 4, 2008 by rick mobbs

1. Winter comes. The leaves must bind their thoughts to now, or too soon leave the branch. Well, indeed… Where is my commitment? Placed in overlays? One facing forward and beneath that, one facing back? One fine and bright but … Continue reading →

Posted in memphis, poetry, stories, Uncategorized, winter | 19 Comments

9/4/08 image prompt

Posted on September 4, 2008 by rick mobbs

Wanted to call it, “Bruno Goes To War”, but that’s not really what it’s about. So, for lack of a title I’ll just call it “The Fight”. Have fun with it. Next week I’ll get back to, heck, I don’t … Continue reading →

Posted in anger management, art, ekphrasis, image prompts, law, painting, poetry, race in america, stories, storybook collaborative, Uncategorized, vegetarian pacifist boxers | 3 Comments

will scarlet’s feud

Posted on September 2, 2008 by rick mobbs

The Kid has a blog. Will Scarlet’s Feud. He is telling stories and, chip off the old block, he is collecting stories. Any kind of story, it seems, and from anyone, as long as it is from personal experience. He … Continue reading →

Posted in #1 son, #2 son, art, broadus aurelius, law, poetry, politics, stories, vegetarian pacifist boxers, will scarlet's feud | 1 Comment