I Must Do To Be I must do to be, Things move, change waits, Words interrupt, hands interpret, Bodies heal, thoughts roam. Before you, after me, Sands drift to form dunes and valleys, Swirling shapes shift with times motion, And like water, are not silent. Obedient children must speak, They play guard over brown uneven…
Category: Pain
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…
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…
Roses are red, water is cleansing
She walked along the riverbank Heart drenched with sorrow Eyes searching for a savior Mind wandering through flashing life memories She wore white for this occasion As if she were arriving for a baptism Only she was preparing for her ending She was over it This thing called the human experience The more she thought…
The Transverberation of Frida Kahlo
by Jessie Lynn McMains Woman with dark hair full of flowers. Woman wrapped in thorns and vines. Woman draped in bangles, necklaces, earrings of jade and silver. Woman with magenta lips; with eyebrow perched above her knowing eyes like a blackbird, singing. Woman surrounded by dogs, monkeys, deer. Chicana. Communist. Rebel. I don’t give a…
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