Category Archives: dark

4/23/08 nanda (image prompt)

Posted on April 23, 2008 by rick mobbs

james17930, author of the blog, Intropolis (and several others!), wrote Nanda, using the painting below as his starting point. . paisley, author of why-paisley?? (and others!) wrote completion . .

Posted in art, completion, dark, image prompts, intropolis, james17930, nanda, painting, paisley, poem, poetry, stories, whypaisley | 1 Comment

a moody little drawing

Posted on March 31, 2008 by rick mobbs

a moody little painting sits atop a moody little piece of writing

Posted in art, dark, love, moody little thing, myths, oil painting, poetry, stories | 5 Comments

whereabouts revisited, end of story

Posted on March 23, 2008 by rick mobbs

So we smashed like acrobats, a mess of arms and legs and heads and backs, spinning through the flaming hoops to meet the leaping, happy cats and all those clowns in human suits, and all their senseless chatter. The main … Continue reading →

Posted in art, awakening, bleak, callings, dark, denial, desolation, despair, faith, healing, hope, kids, love, lullabies, nightmare, poetry, recovery, stories, the art of recovery, wake up dude | 9 Comments

hello from phoenix, oops, i mean tucson

Posted on March 11, 2008 by rick mobbs

I am traveling with 20 uwc-usa students (from 10 countries!) and faculty on a border studies trip and will be away for another 6 – 7 days. Hope to post along the way but internet is sketchy as we go … Continue reading →

Posted in "The Road", art, awakening, bleak stories, dark, faith, hope, journal, love, nightmare, politics, recovery, wake up dude, war | 11 Comments

desolation, hope, and more hope

Posted on February 29, 2008 by rick mobbs
Posted in "Blindness", "The Road", aa, art, awakening, bleak stories, callings, dark, desolation, despair, hope, light, love, nightmare, poetry, politics, recovery, stories, the art of recovery, the immorality of groups, wake up dude, war, works in progress | 12 Comments

thoughts on the novels, “the road”, and “blindness”

Posted on February 27, 2008 by rick mobbs

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.

Posted in "Blindness", "The Road", aa, art, bleak stories, character studies, cormac mccarthy, dark, desolation, despair, jose saramago, love, nightmare, poetry, portraits | 6 Comments

electric cow (barbeque)

Posted on February 21, 2008 by rick mobbs
Posted in 'tis a gift to be simple, art, dark, dreamtime, electric cow, fun stuff, light, poetry, stories, wake up dude | 9 Comments

i was born in a hearse

Posted on February 17, 2008 by rick mobbs

I was born in a hearse, I carry my curse, from midnight to midnight, searching by lamplight, for someone to find me, a hand that can guide me, through the streets that hide me, from midnight to midnight.

Posted in anger management, art, dark, poetry, recovery, refugee, stories | 2 Comments

The spring craves water

Posted on February 11, 2008 by rick mobbs

The spring craves water. Is, does, always will. A hammer is something else when it’s not being used. Any tool can tell you something is lost when it’s not being used. My dog cries when she gets left behind. Some … Continue reading →

Posted in anger management, art, dark, poetry | 4 Comments

dream images

Posted on February 7, 2008 by rick mobbs

There is a man in a cage, you can see his hands. A tower holds the cage, the sun burns above. The sun wears a face. The face doesn’t smile. Below, a ruined wall runs to both horizons, its stones … Continue reading →

Posted in aa, art, dark, dreamtime, poetry | 3 Comments

selfish lizard- twice resurrected poem of the day

Posted on February 2, 2008 by rick mobbs

Here is a little darkling of a poem that has been rattling around my brainpan. I’ll try to make something a little more upbeat for my next post. The image I have paired here is the 3rd panel in a … Continue reading →

Posted in aa, art, awakening, bleak stories, callings, dark, dreamtime, faith, hope, light dark, love, nightmare, oil painting, poerty journal, poetry, recovery, stories, tapestry of life, wake up dude, works in progress | Leave a comment

why you drink so much baby?

Posted on January 30, 2008 by rick mobbs

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 →

Posted in aa, art, dark, poetry, wake up dude, war | 5 Comments

And I in my heaven (another cheerful little number)

Posted on January 24, 2008 by rick mobbs

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 →

Posted in 'tis a gift to be simple, aa, art, callings, dark, love, poetry | 2 Comments

It was, to tell the truth, a house of sighs.

Posted on January 24, 2008 by rick mobbs

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 →

Posted in aa, art, dark, poetry | 4 Comments

Flags of Ruin (cheerful, huh?)

Posted on January 18, 2008 by rick mobbs

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 →

Posted in aa, anger management, art, dark, poetry, wake up dude | 3 Comments