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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.
Category Archives: art
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
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 