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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: September 2008
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
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
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
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
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
.the dragon prince Mister Openhand, I think maybe it would be okay to quit your day job.
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
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
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
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
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
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