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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
completed work/works in process
A recently completed portrait of Beethoven as a young man. The painting was commissioned by Ron Maltais, the Music Director here at UWC-USA, in exchange for piano lessons for my son, Broadus. I worked from a photo of an old … 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 spring craves water
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
Maybe it wasn’t some great or tragic flaw
Maybe it wasn’t some great or tragic flaw. It could have been just an occurrence happening like a watchspring come unsprung and deciding to dance. Power comes from, rests and abides with the old rotten Stonehenge figures and grandfathers. You … Continue reading
dream images
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
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
why you drink so much baby?
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
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.
works in progress
A double portrait of Beethoven as a young man. (left) Oil on canvas. (right) Oil on silver projection screen material. The picture on the left has been aged. The tooth of the silver projection screen material was interesting to work … Continue reading
journal fragment # 1
I’m here to find the simple truths that I knew as a child. The dogs make a game of me, the cats curl and sleep upon my body. The daffodils await the rising of the sun. They draw their color … Continue reading
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
And I in my heaven (another cheerful little number)
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
It was, to tell the truth, a house of sighs.
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
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
work in progress – Beethoven as a young man
portrait in oil on silver projection screen, 2.5′ x 3′ approx. For Ron Maltais in exchange for piano lessons for my son, Broadus.
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
The keepers of the evergreens
I wrote the following nonsense/sound poem for fun. The “translation” was something I did to squeeze a little more fun from the silly-talk: Keepers of the Evergreens The keepers of the evergrees doyen, duyan, dogun, dees, pitched a frighted battlefrees … Continue reading
Is it a poem yet?
anger management Continue reading
mine enemy grows older 