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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: light
Still waiting…
But the signs are saying a new life will be arriving here within the next 24 hours… Thank you all for your warm wishes.
make the law dance – the new mexico PeaceWorks conference
Make the law dance and the people will love it. Today the NMPWC ends. New Mexico PeaceWorks Conference creating a better world through social justice http://www.uwc-usa.org/cec/peace.htm Sponsored By United World College-USA, Monte Del Sol Charter School, Santa … Continue reading
I felt your imprint
your imprint detached itself from the great cloud, giving up forgetfulness and unknowing, taking up memory and knowledge, wearing once again the clown suit, cheering me from my great longing, pushing me back from the edge of the hollowed out … Continue reading
the daughter
we crossed your love with my desire i spun my faith through your fire and yours spun through my water. in the hills her soul found ours, her voice was mist and trills. we knew her by her laughter.
tell us a story!!
I had reservations about the poem I matched with the painting here and so took it down. So, in the spirit of collaboration, if you, or you and your kids, or your kids, or anyone else would like to offer … Continue reading
soup-kitchen witch (today’s poem is a painting)
Oh, where did that voice go? Where did I put it?
there is an old man in a gutter and he calls his voice his daughter and he sings – come to me, girl, come to me, girl, I miss you so badly I feel so lonely come to me, please, … Continue reading
Recipe for Moonlight (Dance of the Lizard King)
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Necklace by Broadus
Broadus with necklace he made today from yarn and found and carved sticks. Works in progress in background. There is a thin line between finishing a painting and torturing it.
so this is recovery, you claim (unfinished business)
So this is recovery, you claim you found something new today to name but all I hear is birds, birds, birds. Last week’s New York Times sits still unopened. You were interested, you said. The schizophrenics you have known all … Continue reading
How trying living in a world of nonsense.
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
She came, she bathed, I asked,
She came, she bathed, I asked, “Are you an augury of love? Or love itself?” At that she laughed, she made a splash. Downstairs a door was cracked and in the sudden draft I saw the legions tramp across her back. Under glint-eyed standards each … Continue reading
love poem
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
Wasting time at the Takl Machine (for Fernandita Sosa)
(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
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 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