Art, Music/Book Reviews, Poetry/Prose

Start Again

Whatever it is. Whatever it was. It’s gone.

No pact or promise can hold it in place.

Not because you don’t deserve it, but because it’s always changing.

Appreciate it and let it go.

It will surely fly back to you if it wants to do–or into the sky, carrying a part of you to timeless heaven.

Eternally impressed–its memory will shift around your actions and change their meaning every day.

The minds-eye mirrorball–shifting light of reason as the hours, days, years, lifetimes pass.

We live in so many dimensions.

Let go and see it.

Let go and live into your next one.

Every day.

Look in the mirror first.

Say it to yourself first.

Start again.

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Art, Poetry/Prose

Expats

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You can’t be homesick

Without a home

In unison

The guy hiding

All his funny feelings

Behind those shades

Dropped the beat

In the mouths

Of our silent screams

To the winking sunset

Bowing its head

As the sky shook hands

Over and over and over

With the rolling sea

We are not orphans

Except to the outsider

And we are not outsiders

Anymore

In fact we relish

(Not the kind on a hotdog)

Being adrift

(Not the kind that’s worried)

Never quite comfortable

To call a place home

Somewhere

Is everywhere

And you just can’t be homesick

Without a home

Nobody says goodbye

To everywhere

Unless it’s somewhere

And then we ask:

Who needs it?!

You can’t be homesick

Without a home

Really

Who needs it

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A spontaneous mostly non-verbal thought

A spontaneous mostly non-verbal thought–October 1, 2014

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Here’s an Idea (and I willingly am part of its audience!)

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Art, Poetry/Prose

Weatherman

Photo credit: Flickr, Vivienne Gucwa, "New York City Rain and Wet Sidewalks"

Photo credit: Flickr, Vivienne Gucwa, “New York City Rain and Wet Sidewalks”

Skinny lace lost

This must be the place

We took a look together

And a mirror looked back

He was commenting

But we were deaf

Draped over a book

Craning from a bed

In an adjacent room

He looked at us

Looked through us

Looked at the book

Looked at the wall

We were trying to be alone

Trying so hard that he vanished

I wanted to go for a walk

You wanted to stay indoors

Raining on rear windows

A checkerboard of city night

People’s lives

Vignettes

Slices of drama

The pieces moved

The spattered pavement witnessed

I wanted to go for a walk

You wanted to stay indoors

Weather systems

Sheltered lives

Lives lived

I looked nowhere

Saying somehow

Let’s not argue

Subtle surrender

Skinny lace found

You got the umbrella

Indoor-outdoor

Together

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Visual prompt exercise: Dubai Metro Stop Interior

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Photo/art credit–mine

Did her feet ever touch the stairs?

City life. Pure flight. Ethereal.

A high-speed chase–Houdini’s escape, from nobody, from nothing, but the time he never will.

In no language, in no words, she heard a sharp announcement “it’s 3:03.”

It continued:

“That thing is automatic; it spits you out, like coins along the tracks.”

“But I’m not a coin!” she howled.

Inspired by deafening traffic.

Her inner poet laughed:

“What are any of us doing here? Funneled from place to place, tower to tower–spanked by the hand, that sweeps the marks, between the hours.”

 

 

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LostInTranslation

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Lost in Translation (August 2014, Gouache)

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WoodenHorse

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Welcome the Year of the Wooden Horse

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lastaddiction(This is a concept. I’d like to explore it in huge format–with the nymph small and the color scheme altered in different ways, but always simply two.)

 

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The Last Addiction (January 2014)

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Freedom (January 1, 2014)

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Long Time (December 2013)

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ride it

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Ride It (Gouache, September 2013)

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Sometimes it's good to let the big hand take you where you're meant to go.

Sometimes it’s good to let the big hand take you where you’re meant to go.

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Surrender (Gouache, August 2013)

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Turtle Time (Gouache, June 2013)

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Goodbye gouache paper, forever!! This is first in a series of small on big color. Stay tuned …

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I Like You, Too (Gouache, June 2013)

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Up Close and Personal (Concept, Guache, May 2013)

A sketch from a decade ago turns into a painting that longs for a better color scheme–here’s the first attempt anyway 😉

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Up Close and Personal (Concept, Guache, May 2013)

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Cutting Through the Mean Reds with the Blues

Working with gouache is like eating with your eyes … mmmm, yummy.

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Cutting Through the Mean Reds with the Blues (April 2013)

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