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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: poetry
She came, she bathed, I asked
(A reworking of a poem I wrote in a time of rooming houses, everyday visions, clawfooted bathtubs, visiting friends, tribal ghosts and protectors and conversations with god on the Dorchester Avenue bus.) She came, she bathed, I asked, “Are you … Continue reading
amurin
her bio, lifted from “Stop and Wander“, followed by a comment also sifted from there. amuirin– I’m a blue-skinned bellydancer from the planet Melio 5 (not to be confused with the much more infamous Melio 15, home of Whilse Cornflapper, … Continue reading
firecracker girl turns 2
Ada, our 4th of July baby. I’m returning to something I wrote after she arrived. I made it up of course. I imagine it will be a few more years before she can tell me what it was really like. … Continue reading
hello again…
Friends have left notes here over the past weeks and I have either been too busy – or too idle – to respond. I’m reluctant to return to this blog. Keeping it up requires mental and emotional space I don’t … Continue reading
gerard manley hopkins
This is something I painted for Maria Fernanda Sosa, rolled up and carried to Venezuela to deliver to her. I probably owed her some money, I can’t remember now. Or maybe it was because her daughter, Fernanda Sosa, asked for … Continue reading
song for amuirin
Now Cleo faced the nighttime she thought the urge a little strange her pencil and papers in a stack before her hoping darkness her thoughts would arrange. . She stared out of the window thought of her lover sleeping alone … Continue reading
alone time
is hard to find these days but I have some now and I am puzzling out how to use this blog. I stay away from writing and painting too long – which happens whenever I take a movie job – … Continue reading
Ada’s better.
Much better. Still some coughing but back to her happy, bouncy, cheerful self. Back to making funny noises and rocking out in her bouncy seat. Thanks for the good energy and warm wishes.
on pertussis, and a new image prompt
I’ve been meaning to write but with Ada sick and new movie work starting my creative energy is way down. Broadus has been sick with pertussis, too, but since he has had the vaccination it hasn’t hit him quite as … Continue reading
update on Ada
She’s doing much better. Thank you for your thoughts and prayers, your good energy. The coughing spells are still scary when she loses her breath but they don’t come as often and all of us are getting a little more … Continue reading
georgia o’keefe
Lunchtime, and wireless! I’m writing from Santa Fe. I started a new movie this morning of this new day in our country. The sun was rising overr the mountains as I drove through the Glorietta Pass. It is a beautiful … Continue reading
10/24/08 closing a chapter – one last prompt
I’m writing from the coast of North Carolina as tropical rain and winds lash the house and the lights flicker inside. My extended family is gathered for a reunion here. There is something comforting about working while the winds rage … Continue reading
the mad celt asks
“Historically, the conquest destroyed the outward form of what had already inwardly decayed; it cleared away with regrettable brutality and thoroughness a system of life which, with all its gifts of order, culture, and law, had worn itself into senile … Continue reading
10/9/08 image prompt, a poem, and marcia abigail ryder
We’ll call this painting this week’s image prompt. I’m in Agua Prieta, Mexico, on the border with Arizona with a group of UWC-USA students who are doing a week-long Border Issues study. Internet is sketchy so while I have it … Continue reading
summer 2
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
8/28/08 image prompt
(Backstory) 4′ x 3′ approx. mixed media on linen. This picture came out of another time. It grew out of a loose scumble of color on the back of a piece of printed upholstery fabric. The fabric was a fine … Continue reading
new writing / catching up!
. Here is Grand Canyon, a poem from Tiel Aisha Ansari, creator of the blog, knocking from inside. The poem is from her 3 trips to the Grand Canyon and accompanies this week’s image. . And flesh and rock, from … Continue reading
mine enemy grows older 