landslide, mud that rush through mindand falls out of mouth –breathless rumbling noisewallows in itself,aroused by thought –sticky mud that drips,a putrid smell that lingers in the airwhen silence regains holdand everythingis said – it can’t be washed away,the fetid […]
New Poem: “spontaneous, hidden treasure -“
corrosion, erasure, exposure and now and again apathy and abandonment causes artwork to happen – spontaneous, hidden treasure –
New Poem: “i die in silence while she lives noisily -“
asked for recognition for artwork by someone who never bothered recognizing mine. what a feeling. not a big enough person to not feel anger and detach her from my heart for now. not worth the effort – i die in […]
Sculpture
Fingerprints etched with a finely sharpened tool into the stone Someone may have wanted to preserve a moment here They should have known that all they could effect was a memorable stone to stand behind; brooding at the passing of […]
In the MAKING –
The desire to MAKE – that is the human curse I carry – the MAKING of art in a futile attempt to carry myself into a future without me – My hands want creation – if my mind wants peace […]
Travelling Alone
“How good for you, to travel alone, it’s so empowering!” “A modern woman shouldn’t wait for anyone; run your own show, do your own thing!” “I’m so impressed that you went all on your own!” I know there is no […]
I Had a Dream or a Vision
I had a dream or a vision that faded in time. And since I was too young when I had it to write it down all that is left today is a few disjointed brushstrokes in blue and green on […]
A Crooked Tree – II
I’ve wished that I was beautiful, spent years pining therefore – and wasted years on dreaming me into something I couldn’t be – just this I am; a crooked tree; the only beauty found in me sounds through my crooked […]
The Movement
Our lives are an unending movement – sometimes rhythmic, sometimes not – a stirring springing up to fade away, a ripple in the fabric of the world; just one continuous movement carrying us underway, complete with a beginning and an […]
To Be Drawn
’Stretch out your leg and bend your arm, look to the left – sit still.’ I stay poised in front of you while you the paper fill. And then a new pose, and another on and on again – what […]
Your Skin
A pale shining light cast in darkness; a dream tapestry on which I might imprint my desires and write my hopes – with or without your knowledge then I’ll cloak you in them till your days are spent
New Poem: “Drawing”
I draw life and life draws me too but life does it better than I ever do.