Passing
“…all that longing over language used…” Passing
Thank you to the editors of Apollo’s Lyre for publishing this poem.
Taken
I keep thinking about what was Taken
Thank you to the editors of Doorknobs and BodyPaint for publishing this flash fiction.
(photo of Wolf House)
magpies pastel
In researching a project with crows, I learned that magpies are also corvids and love their stark black and white.
Joy
“Know that joy is rarer, more difficult, and more beautiful than sadness. Once you make this all important discovery, you must embrace joy as a moral obligation.” Andre Gide
12-22-11, Point Reyes Seashore
I love living here because Winter Solstice is the perfect day to dump the jacket & boots
and walk the shore barefoot, whether young
or mid & very young
or willets interacting
or eating
sandcrabs…
even the western snowy plover
is on the shore of Point Reyes on this perfect day.
Happy Winter Solstice!
In Wiccan tradition, people stay awake on Winter Solstice to sing and cleanse and watch over the sleeping Sun as he regenerates within their safe croons and arms till the following morning when his strength is restored. In subsequent days, Sun shines brighter and longer till Summer Solstice, after which he continues to weaken until once more watched over as he sleeps through the longest night of the year.
Till Winter Solstice 2011
Thank you for following this blog. I appreciate your support. This blog will resume Winter Solstice 2011…consider the time between as poetry’s space on the page since:
…it is silence that exposes our fiery hearts to serpentine tongues,
silence that would strip our marrow if not for the pulsing muteness
of flesh kneading flesh, of snakes and stars and moon-shackled seas.
(excerpt from “If Not for Silence” )
The painting is part of a larger watercolor that I’ll post in the future.
Zoe, the main character of my novel-in-progress, continues to photoblog at bonegirlpix.wordpress.com
eyes on the world cup
As if watching from another cup…two teams so perfectly matched that they remain O to O almost through overtime. What footwork & teamwork throughout!
Iris
Nothing is less real than realism. Details are confusing. It is only by selection, by elimination, by emphasis, that we get at the real meaning of things.
Georgia O’Keeffe
Solstice spontaneity: The Sea Tree
Creation’s force uses whatever is around to pay tribute, express, memorialize. One man, playing volleyball by the time I walked by, gathered and sculpted driftwood toward the sun on this longest day of the year. As they arrived, friends added feathers, cones, trash, seaweed, a scarf she’d brought, until they’d collectively created “The Sea Tree.”
Too many beautiful naked people surrounded this piece so I chose to capture only the top half, but it was grounded by tall driftwood pressed close as if a single truck with seaweed dangling about four feet above the sand to the right of this central truck .
For a shot that better captures the magic rather than the specifics, www.bonegirlpix.wordpress.com
