Cast A NetCast a net into the sky,Toss into the white not blue,Sky that feels like water looks.Cast a net into the sky,Casually pull apart its soft conceal,Uncover fields of pearlescent fluffs washed in light.Cast a net into the sky,It’s weight separates the violet flower from pod,Releasing milky sap, the recipe for clouds of butterflies.Cast…
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OBSERVATIONS #12 – 10.27.24
In ProximityStaged by design, Neither an absolute unicum, Nor a sculptural continuum.A critical mass, the arena set in a meandering sprawl,Seen as a monument to hierarchy,Continual expansion of the false emperors power,Constructed around dark notions of axial age and fear of ruin. Pretenders pose at stagecraft,Weaponized words, spiked and sharp, Meant to exhaust Liberty, Female…
OBSERVATION #11-10.26.24
My Musings on Nobody’s Perfect with Anecdotes by B, C, J, L, M,Like butterflies, words escaped the cocoon of the story teller’s memory,Like fairy tales, transformed and captured under my pen. mp Meet M – Growing up in a family with three brothers, all went to the same religious school. Teacher identified M as their…
OBSERVATIONS #10 – 10.19.24
About the Arts and Humanities Happy National Arts and Humanities month! The White House issued its yearly proclaim that states: “The arts and humanities bring people together and show us that we have more in common than we have differences – helping us see each other, understand one another, and unite in common cause. Our…
OBSERVATIONAL INTERLUDE
Call – 10.5.24 Response – Flubbing Around By – Mimi Peterson Flubbing AroundIt is always a challenge,To find where to begin,What to say and do.Although the list starts short,Words form in quick succession.Each a cue of what follows,Too many additions block lively ambition,On the list of things to do.As perceived by the Do-ers, Waves of…
OBSERVATIONS #8 – 9.21.24
About Me Alone, only the distant street sounds penetrate my thoughts, Only the skylight’s my mood, Only coffee, cooling in my favorite mug, Waits within reach. I sit at the old family table of notorious memories, 100 years past, metal and glass sculpture stood proud, Some made by Daz’s hand, Others found at Chicago junk…
OBSERVATIONS #6 – 9.10.24
I write not just as an observer, but as a fellow wayfarer: watching signposts, following an open map, facing the rising sun to find my bearings. North to my left, South on my right, West at my back. As the sun rises over Lake Michigan, so does my free state of mind. By rejecting the…
OBSERVATIONS #4 8.24.24
Call – Environment, Theme of the Month Response – Folk Lore Observed – Floating Feathers, a Folk Art Poem – by Mimi Peterson, WIR #17 Folk culture comes to pass thru generations. Friends gather to share ideas, they repeat news, tell tales of events, and, perhaps, anecdote the next project’s story board with pictographs and…
Dirty chucks
I dreamt that I was walking down the halls of an unfamiliar school. The school may have been unfamiliar but the way that I carried myself in my pupil days was not. I’ve always had a big spirit, but growing up I didn’t always know that or know my purpose or how valuable it was….
God
The innocent me Seeks divine intelligence To express myself
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