In case of loss....

I am for the first time pretty actively throwing things out.  This is partially because I am stressed about moving and for the first time having all this stuff is burdensome.  However, I think it is also that I am ready to let go.  I like objects and material and normally like to save them and hold them as something precious.  

While throwing out an unthoughtful gift I couldn't help but watch the light cascade over its surface and find some beauty in an unappealing and unwanted object.  

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Night Writing

Of course poetry enters my mind while trying to fall asleep...decided against turning on the light......

The End of an Era

I am moving.  Fixing up the studio.  

8.5.11

8.5.11

The longing of Spring has sunk away

Now

I dream of Winter’s sweet, quiet solace

The cycle, though known, seems unjust

In its movements

As if it could stagnate

And I expected nothing

But I need her changing expressions

To make sense of my body

To compare my mind with Nature

What a joyous difficulty we have

To keep growing without question

To reflect the changing leaves

Like lakes and ponds and seas

To remain

Rising, reaching

Shaping like a tree

Poem 8.7.11

8.7.11

One,

You remind me

Not all verses

Are so dark.

Some lie gently

On the red tips

Of your sun-kissed

Black hair. 

Not all spirit

Is indistinguishable.

Beauty can be bold.

Trust can be new.
Anger can be quiet.

Love can be proud.

Creation exhibits joy

Coming forth from

The shadows.

Another figure in this world.

Another actor.

A battle

Won.  

COD

I went to Cape Cod.....

The beach set-up

Some inside joke drawn inside

Oil

Oil

Oil

Oil

Mixed media

Mixed Media