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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.
Category Archives: fun stuff
I start Wednesday on a movie in pre-production in Santa Fe. It will be my first show since moving to NM. I’ll be helping to make Las Vegas, New Mexico look like Jaurez, Mexico. Not too big a stretch, actually. … Continue reading
Hello everyone, greetings from North Carolina. I’ll be here a few more days and then head back to New Mexico. The countdown begins. We are four weeks to Naomi’s due date (6/21). Don’t know whether to expect a boy or … Continue reading
That week rolled by quickly! Welcome to the collaborative storybook. The image above is the Thursday prompt. Jump right in! Your ideas are welcome here. Colors aren’t quite as true but for higher resolution pic click on image below.
I am trying to find a graceful way to publish in one place all the stories and poems and myths contributed, and to create an easily read storybook. I first tried posting all the pictures and responses on one page … Continue reading
I have added this page – the collaborative storybook to have a place to post the myths, stories and poems arriving in response to the image prompts I put up here on a weekly basis. Look for a new image … Continue reading
or, one person’s ceiling is another one’s floor, or, the worlds we carry do get heavy sometimes. Maybe, I’m glad the snake is friendly? I am finding that as much as I love this blogging experience, and the people I … Continue reading
Very much a work in progress…. She sits upon a windowsill and spies a laughing boy, about eleven, barefoot by the water’s edge beneath the tree’s green reaching hands. The canopy throws its color down and lights the shadows with … Continue reading
Whereabouts and Wanderlust traveled hand in hand. Each one loved the other most and trekked then many lands. Altogether they were happy blue eyes and blue. Sleeping children brought them flowers, with love, from me to you.
1. Sweet sweet engine of mercy, bright flying speck in the sun, tomorrow I’ll be riding a donkey, tomorrow I’ll be on my way home. Ah! The invisible carnival ride, I’m standing in line to climb on. Twirling and spinning … Continue reading
This is the conference Naomi is organizing in Santa Fe this weekend. Fun and educational. Anybody in the area please come! (And please introduce yourself!) Details here: http://www.uwc-usa.org/cec/peace.htm Sponsored By United World College-USA, Monte Del Sol Charter School, Santa Fe … Continue reading
She sits upon a windowsill and spies a laughing boy, about eleven, walking barefoot by the water’s edge beneath the tree’s green reaching hands. The canopy throws its color down and lights the shadows with reflections, the subtle ocher, umber, … Continue reading
I found this calf in Merida, in the mountains of western Venezuela. The painting began as a scumble of color on a tinted and sanded 2′ x 4′ masonite panel. Then I stalled out. I had earlier painted a series … Continue reading
on a subway under Boston sat a kid in a ratty hat with his finger in his nose by the window dressed in velvet sat a girl from the Mississippi and she squished when she walked cause her shoes were … Continue reading
How trying living in a world of nonsense. I would wear skirts and talk to chickens, grow fundamental daisies upon mountaintops, spook an old house, listen in on sneaky little children. The truth is though, the world contains us well. … Continue reading
And if once or twice, and now and then or later you, hell, or i, find it standing among the hens and swallows, somewhere under eaves and gables rooms of boxes boxes silk and closets chests of drawers too full … Continue reading
(We try to make sense of things at the talk machine behind Burger King.) Wasting time at the takl machine my dollar card broke in two. I haven’t got a penny now, that’s why I’m calling you. The penny I … Continue reading
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